Rap da Crueldade

Yo man, stop with that gay shit
Rap ain't about that, you know?
Quit being a clown, I’ll give you a cold hard dose
I’ll poke your eyes out, man, and now you can see, real national rap

Little potato when it sprouts, spreads on the ground
Mom's got an AR-15, dad's got a .38 (BANG)
I was in jail and it was Christmas day
Instead of eating turkey...(uh-huh)...the guys ate my ass
(Yeah, they ate his ass, poor guy)

I went to the fountain to get some water, couldn’t find any
What I found was some ham, it was my boy Wanderlei (BANG)
And with a hunger like a lion, I put him in a sandwich
Ham sandwich (so good), dead guy sandwich (heh heh)
Rest in peace, my boy Wanderlei, inside the bread

Then I got scratched and there was a cat by my side
I threw a stick at the cat (BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG)
Elite cat, Siamese cat
I hate bourgeois cats, those fancy ones

Slap in the face of the bourgeoisie, they’re from hell, man
Round and round, let’s all go round
I hate that round dance, I prefer hopscotch
A game from the hood
Our true street game

Chorus:

Listen to your friend
Just flour, no wheat
Listen to your friend