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[Intro: Bluesman Ceddy St.
settle downs, everybody sit down
Sit for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn off the table
(It's a Big E beat!) now, shit
This is, this is why we don't ever have man
a good evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
This here about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman from Port Arther,
Real gentleman, real singer, real teller
Real gangsta, a true veteran of the
show him some love, talk to 'em Bun

B]
Thank y'all for comin to see me evenin (yeah)
Cookin this cajun I laced it seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and don't on leavin
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's
I'm throwin, I'm throwed on, the mic I
all that bangin mayne just like my load
Don't me or stress me, I'm in that mode
where I could just black out and leave yo' ass
Benzes and I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they clothes and I 'em
They pussy is golden (what) my is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm when I'm rhymin
I'm closer to God, like B. I'm in
that get frame 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 that bullshit so in the cattle
Ready for war so let's get to the
is babies with bottles and rattles
The street is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
That all you got G? You comin up
You ain't got the muscle, you got the heart
You need actin classes, you can't play the
Yo' mind on money you need to get smart
I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the
Right in the red for the in her
in the summer, the ball in the winter
I'm grippin that (shit) just got a splinter
You's a beginner, a novice, a
How you got bricks when you cop a cookie?
We paper, you after the nookie
You bet against me and you lost, pay the

[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. ad libbing]

Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, they nothin 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the drums when I bruise, killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder cause I feel like we done found another (tune)
They 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 keep my lyrics (dope)
And you still listen out the (ride) I ain't 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 rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can even spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can even come right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em though he crumb (no)
He can only 'em in the studio when somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't it, I told ya
It's nothin but lyrics in yo' folder (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 niggaz in the game, it's over

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]