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Cunninlynguists - "Thugged Out Since Cubscouts"
Lyrics to Thugged Out Since Cubscouts : (feat. Jugga the Bully) [dramatic Italian music plays, like "The Godfather"] "Uh-oh! Here comes trouble!" [Intro] Im SO SICK, of all these rappers, MCs talkin bout they thugs Yo we been thugged out since Cub Scouts, you know what that means' When yall were breakin in line, we were breakin spines We didnt have no slip knots, we had nooses We have Girl Scout cookies, reach in here if it breaks youll feel em! [Chorus: x2] THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - best believe We are guaranteed to make you bleed Jumpin out of swings, kickin in teeth THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - yes indeed [Verse One: Deacon the Villain] Yo; bailing on my Big Wheel, dressed to kill Jeans with the knee pads, slanted Raccoon hat Wiffleball bat in my holster, rollin Supersoaker filled with piss, patrollin Thugged out, get drugged out of your own treehouse Hangin hives on jungle gyms, lettin the bees out Girls want beef like Arbys, melt they Barbies My Cub Scouts were a miniature sinister army In the cafeteria didnt let shit slide Hit guys up for they milk and shepherds pie You want extra pizza' Heres yo slice [blade sound] Im the line leader BITCH, run yo Nikes (give me your shoes!) Hit yall, thought you knew Im the shit dog Thats what you get for rollin all hard in kickball (fucker!) Fartknocker, you better hope class lasts Cause at recess your ass is grass [Verse Two: Mr. Raw] No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub Scout Hoppin off my BMX, punchin niggaz in the mouth [BAM] (ooh!) A little bad-ass nigga, fuck hidenseek I was gettin a whippin from momma like every week Splittin niggaz wigs and takin their G.I. Joes Lunch money you name it baby I got to have it yo Talk shit and feel my hands grip ya fuckin throat Girls hated me cause I would always steal they jump rope (bitch!) Now let a bigga nigga say somethin stupid Smack him with the bat, lay his ass out flat Why must the nappy head boy, be like that Wheres the home trainin' Hes like an animal with no tamin Who you blamin when your son gets snatched up Smacked up, Derrick Green again, hes bout to act up And while you playin dodgeball Ill be tappin jaws Here comes that boy again! Yo hes worse than a Chuckie doll [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jugga the Bully] Jugga Bully wasnt at all popular until that day I beat down the hall monitor I used to use small binoculars to look at girls through this hole in the wall that led directly to the stalls where the broads lockers were And they were usually all topless or leanin over to tie their shoes thats when I bust through, and make my move to grab at least 5 boobs And this aint high school, this is kindergarten Juggs was into arson, burned the media center into carbons I guess I had mental problems, but then again I think my problems started when the school nurse put me on Ritalin (Blame her!) Yall put gas in sugar tanks I put boogers on the substitutes glass and he drank I had pics of a hooker with the principal, gettin his ass spanked I wasnt scared of the teachers (nah) Juggs was gettin head under the bleachers durin the Pledge of Allegiance, thats what Im bout [Verse Four] Hey! Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg' Ill stab you dead in yo eye with the Lincoln Log Oh you think Im soft because I rock Izod' Pull out the sawed off "Oh my God!" [chkchk-BOO] Even though I never been hauled off to juvenile detention I done things too vile to mention I was too demented; remember when Baby Jessica fell in the well' I threw her in it!! I always been a sick kid Took hella Valiums and all type of doctors prescriptions And when the Den Leader gave me stress I smacked him in the grill with my Merit Badge vest Nevertheless, classmates learned never to test unless they want a spitball stuck to they neck Oh you think its funny' Ill beat you down screamin out my buddy, my buddy, my buddy! [singing] My buddy and meeeee! "That boys one mean motherfucker! [ Thugged Out Since Cubscouts Lyrics ]
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