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[Intro: Ceddy St. Louis]
Please settle downs, everybody sit
Sit for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the
(It's a Big E beat!) C'mon now,
This is, this is why we don't ever have man
It's a evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right about to bring to the stage
is a from Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, singer, real story teller
gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness
Y'all show him love, talk to 'em Bun

B]
Thank y'all for to see me this evenin (yeah)
Cookin this I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I here and don't plan on leavin
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's
I'm throwin, I'm on, the mic I explode
Slow all that bangin mayne like my load
Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that
where I could just black out and leave yo' ass
and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty hoes I 'em and grabbed 'em
'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em
They is golden (what) my dick is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm when I'm rhymin
I'm closer to God, Eric B. I'm in
that get money of mind, any day and time
That's what this is and shit ain't no in mine

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

B]
Back on bullshit so bring in the cattle
Ready for war so get to the battle
is babies with bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, it's your curfew,
That all you got G? You up short
You ain't got the muscle, you got the heart
You actin classes, you can't play the part
Yo' ain't on money you need to get smart
I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the
in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the in the winter
I'm grippin that wood (shit) got a splinter
You's a beginner, a novice, a
How you got bricks when you can't cop a
We paper, you after the nookie
You bet me and you lost, pay the bookie

[Interlude: Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, know nothin 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the drums I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune)
gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters, I'ma be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
Comin up and standin on my stack (stack) a veteran but my lyrics dope (dope)
And you still listen out the ride (ride) I even got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed and get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can even the a cappella ('pella)
He can even right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no)
He can only kill 'em in the studio when somebody can him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I hear it, I told ya
It's nothin but bullshit lyrics in yo' (ha ha!)
On the blues we colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista the pain of a cobra
and I'ma show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home blues killin in the game, 'til it's over

[Outro: Bluesman St. Louis ad libbing]