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Creepin' out the cut my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want hay
Serve on, on, now you know I'm out it hard
out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it

(Ay, Mutt)
Creepin' out the cut my yams, now I want some hay
(Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
Serve on, se-serve on, now you I'm out it hard

Mirror, on the wall
Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I
Yung Mutt the dumbfuck
Dirty like a truck
Such a bum, uh
guts
I'm disgusted; I'm busted on what the fuck did I just put up my
I'm buggin' out people
I'm out
I'm in now
I can see the clouds, out

Now I lay to sleep
Now I can rest in peace
I'm my misery
My deathwish granted peaceful
My body turns to for the birds to eat
Eternal decay for

out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you I'm out it hard
Creepin' out the cut my yams, now I want some hay
Serve on, on, now you know I'm out it hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I some hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you I'm out it hard
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want hay
Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it

I can't lie, lately, I've on the fucking edge
Pistol gripped up in my
Xanax, heron, of meds
Fantasizing about death, need one in my temple
Put the gun up to my
Fuck this shit, I shot the lead, and now I'm
Descended hell, nothing but burnin' flesh smell
I scream, and scream, and scream, and hear the yell as well
Oh well, just my
Devil up to devour me
That was my old life, Antichrist, he has me

Our water main broke, leaving New Orleans without water,
and the flooding here is getting after
waters from Lake Pontchartrain broke through a