Mums In The Garage

[Intro] Members of the public are welcome to come to watch proceedings (Where’s the loot?) It’s me The cops are coming (Where’s the loot?) Shut the fuck up! I got it The cops… the cops Fuck you, you piece of shit No! Ah… Take it outta here Shut up, pussy! Bring the car around I’m comin for you now Shut the fuck up! [Verse 1: Action Bronson] I want the yen in the envelope, cookies from the Girl Scout Thin mints, wind sprint whips, bring them furs out Chew my food, spit it out into a bird’s mouth It’s only one and I’m already on the 3rd ounce Baby seats in the passat ‘cus I don’t wanna make it hot Cus if they pull over doggie then I’m sprintin like a fox Into the forest, hide behind the trees, lit the orange I got your honor under the armpit, I take the charges Red roses, lay on wood boxes often Park the tan porsche outside the good doctor’s office Turn my head, cough Cus I’m smoking on a dead corpse Leave you sleepin next to head horse Spark the Rose Mary, I saw the pussy and it’s so hairy Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy I fuck it but I won’t marry They catch me all over the map, getting throat daily Ah [Interlude] I mean it didn't weigh what you said it'd weight...I Listen to me, I’m not gonna raise my voice My mom’s in the hospital, you know I promised, next week I want it more, not a dollar more, not a dollar less Next week I promise it’s comin Listen to me, fuck it! [Verse 2: Evidence] Yo! Straight out the garage, Al Bundy with no horse or carriage Straight out the para-troopers parachuting over Paris Straight out the charismatic, charisma I caught a vision, been ridden by a thick one, divorce and marriage Beautiful view from out the terrace While I was out recruiting the crew, another tail from the careless Side of pocket, caught her staring, then knocked it out the park Roger Maris, I shoot the fair warn, I shoot the sheriff Not a dollar more and not a dollar less Fuckin any day or time of night Call her up, call me Jimmie Walker dynomite The city stalker with a violent life, silent knife Uptown escape, this ain’t Harlem, this is solemn nights A little crazy, he became a nuisance Makin moves up out the west and got it off without a blueprint The money talkin, shit keep it stirring I’m 20-20 from my past life and live it reoccurring [Interlude] Alright, go, press the fuckin gas, go! Go go go Okay okay, I’m goin, I’m goin What are doin? You fuckin moron! I put the fuckin brake on, I thought… I didn’t know we had… gonna… yea aha Fuckin prick, you’re in a getaway car, you piece shit, go Okay okay, Jesus, I’m goin Light the fuckin gas, I said go! [Verse 3: Alchemist] Mad man, I rip up stages Specialized in removing lips from faces Type of animal only exist in cages Boy I traveled over 7 seas to distant places To retrieve exotic pets, karate chop the nipple of yo chest Ring the alarm, this is not a test Kashmir sweaters made for golfin Lootin a coffin, high enough to communicate with a dolphin Moron Olympics, toss midgets like a discus Sweatsuit stitched by Ralph Lifshitz Spiff lit, instantly I cook like bisquick Pump room rockin, I’m a bad brain misfit Laughin while I’m dippin dash and Glock weapons Big bully, foot brass knuckle rap, I’m hot stepping with aggression The minute that you driftin is direction Bubble like indigestion on a rhythm section Stealin the coffin, mums in the garage