Menace Is Back

I am number one in my town, hold shit down and fuckin wear the crown, you just a clown, you're just a big dummy, your girl on her knees got my babies in her tummy, yah its like that, I talk tough on a track, country boy with a baseball bat, camo pants and a black hat, redneck on a groovy beat, small town from the sticks still run the streets, fuck beefs and fuck police, Im into making money that's my stress release, yah Im into making money that's my stress release, getting head counting bread inside a Cadillac, you can hear the 12s them thangs bumping in the back, Bluetooth no 8 track, but I got the 8 ball if you want that, been about my money, ain't shit funny, bitches coming back with there nose all runny, hood rich but I feel a little slummy, can't forget the days I was living real bummy, ripping bitches off all scummy, just trying to put food up in my tummy,