OMG / Suicide Jimmy Snuffa Songtext
von Mike Mictlan

Do you got heart like feather?
Guts pump ticker tape
Talks change weather
Talk strange liquor face
Bottom dollar for a bottled water
Like an Autumn summer to an Outtatowner
Who caught a Cecil Otter
By the toe-truck with the farmers daughter
We old young bucks kick around the darkest fodder
Ain′t no future in your front seat
You might be the Underground King
You ain't Bun B You might run things but you don′t run we
1 2 3 4 5 Doomtree Emcees
Trick please DT love the kids
Stick to wings and teeth fuck up biz
And get Bizzy Bone Don't get it twisted holmes
Family Owned till the interest gone
Sell it to the mini-mall
Hopping out the kiddy-pool
Pop you with the Bop Gun
Laughing like a Motherfucker
Piffin' on a Large Blunt

D-T-R
That′s what they yellin′
Buying the Hell they sellin' me
Bellied up to amenities
D-T-R
That′s what we yellin'
From the page to the stage
From the stage to the bank


I got Heart wrapped in leather
Guts drip ipecac
I talk strange better
Talk thick similac
What choo lookin′ at?
Those shoes? Tookem' back.
Off Rack Blue and Black.
Talk shit Chew it back.
Not you. You is that?
That′s you? Who am I?
Thought so. Knew in fact.
Mictlan yo Do or Die.
If you was I Superfly
If I was you Suicide
195 getting chubby
Thinking bout 1995
Damn.
I'm just an old 82 Young
Baby grew up with 2 tongues
Out a U-Haul
Who the fuck do You All
Think that I really am
Born Alone Die at Home
Equal to Any Man
And I've been thinking
Man I′ve been thinking
A little a too much
I′m just an old '82 young
Getting younger
By the hour
Hunger and a smile
Reppin′ sleep and a shower

D-T-R
That's what they yellin′
Buying the Hell they sellin' me
Bellied up to amenities
D-T-R
That′s what we yellin'
From the page to the stage
From the stage to the bank