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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 ever have nothin man
It's a evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, real singer, story teller
Real gangsta, a true of the bid'ness
Y'all show him some love, to 'em Bun

B]
Thank for comin to see me this evenin (yeah)
Cookin this I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and don't plan on
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's
I'm throwin, I'm throwed on, the mic I
Slow all that mayne just like my load
test me or stress me, I'm in that mode
where I could just black out and yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they 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, like B. I'm in
that get frame of mind, any day and time
That's what this is and ain't no shame in mine

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B]
Back on that bullshit so bring in the
Ready for war so get to the battle
Niggaz is babies bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, it's your curfew,
That all you got G? You up short
You got the muscle, you ain't got the heart
You actin classes, you can't play the part
Yo' mind ain't on you need to get smart
I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the
Right in the red for the in her
Stack in the summer, the ball in the
I'm grippin wood (shit) just got a splinter
a beginner, a novice, a rookie
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

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Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, they know nothin 'bout the ones and the (nope)
Murder to the drums I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder cause I feel like we 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 ain't got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked and I'ma get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can even come off the top (no) he don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no)
He can only kill 'em in the when somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't it, I told ya
It's nothin but bullshit in yo' folder (ha ha!)
On the blues we colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista inflicts the of a cobra
and I'ma show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home blues killin niggaz in the game, 'til over

Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]