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[Intro: Mammoth Smoke]
Whoopty Whoopty
(Secret Valley)
(Ohio)
I feel like David Byrne up in this bitch
(Cincy)
[Hook]
Everybody in this motherfucker just died
Everybody in this motherfucker just died
I came to the club to get drunk and high
But I just died. But I just died
[Verse 1]
Hi, it’s Mammoth again back at it back in this bitch
Bashing rappers to fragments additionally subtract their atoms
Competition; I’m not having it. Get a good slapping like
My name is Clarence Sims. Fillmore Slim out in San Francisco you a bitch, ho. Get a grip ‘fo’ I get the fourty four spitter with the leather grip
Holes through your shit like some Swiss cheese. Bitch please, diss me?
Me and Dadaco the only monuments in Cincy
But if out-of-towners come to my city with those ambitions
Of killing the heart and soul or drug drug-dealing to all my childrens
I think you already know how that story goes so
Please don’t act surprise when you’re life’s let go, ho
The demise of a parasitic mind in a world so cold
When you’re only goal in this hellhole is to blow a lot of dough
That you get off of that snow when you cook that shit slow
Repetitious images won’t even let you say no to it
They think we’re so stupid like we ain’t gon’ through this shit for long enough
That even I know how to do this foolishness
Who listens to those in the communities
Who have the most shootings and kids dropping out of schools Is this a dystopian future flick?
Oh well it’s just Orwellian I guess he knew this shit would happen but we can’t stop this contraption of capitalism. We all need a victim to step on to get richer off of
And past wisdoms show’s who really gets the wrong end of the stick rubbed off on
Snuffed out your godson
Now you say godson died
For the sins of all of us
Yup. I’m done
Fuck that. Can’t even afford a bus pass. Now I have to get jumped just to cop some free lunch at
School
That shit wasn’t cool
Like a warm batch of stool
In an midsummer’s pool
Of piss out by the Jewel
Oops I meant Kroger
I seen that dude put it there
But he was not sober so I don’t hold it against him
Yet then again that isn’t quite normal. But neither is the shit that I write in my journals
Bitch, you look like Erkel bitch. I’m finna merk you bitch, that ninja turtle shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Devin told me keep it simple
Even when I go off tempo I let you know just what I meant so
You can go dumb in a benzo
Hot box in this bitch no bento
Twenny two rolls and I’m hot en fuego
Wake up in the morn
‘Fo’ th crack a dawn and whip me up some work so I can go pay rent. Better pay attent-
Fucking take a less, punk mufuckas see us get skepped. Yup no quesch, we in the fucking sesh
Smoking so much cess that my eyes fucking bled. Tears, blessed that I made it through so many beers yes. I wear the most j. crew jackets and vintage guess. I’m living in the 80s with my athletic shades look like Pat Swayze. on my fantasy island
Sitting on this hashish I copped out in Thailand
5 gs a brick fuck you bitch. Lame ass ducks I just dunked on the kids
Nobody here can fuck with the kid. Young Mammoth Smoke mane you know what it is
But you can’t quite define it. Something like timeless, something like the finest designer impahted important murcielago gorgeous. Lessssgo. Off on the nautic-al exploration we sail off the map unchartered. Vacation. Such a cliché American thing to say, but see if we play
Probably the fuck not
Most likely it’s not
Something that you rookies be running
I’ll leave you crip tookie Williams dunny
On death row fucking with the old head young mammoth smoke
The snow is coming down
I’ll snort some I’m coming up
I’m out in Colora-dro
Smoking that stuff!
That granddaddy puff!
Purple kush in duff-el bags
Roll an L with one half gave myself a thumb rash
Hashtag idgaf bitch ass. Sick cash
Spit Glocks sap Silville capo
And I look like a Navajo, double barrel shotgun
Nobody can stop me. Aye papi
Aye papi
I died
Aye papi
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