Crabs In a Bucket

Crabs in a bucket

Crabs in a bucket

Wanna see you at the bottom, don't you love it?

When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encore

Sendin' shots, but you at the top floor

Let 'em pop shit, gimme some drums to go pop with

Need white women at the shows unconscious

If not that, then topless, earned all this

Get with that or get in the mosh pit

Where's your moxie? Ain't you from Poppy?

Young man, you not actin' too cocky

Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash

Read a hundred somethin' on the E-class dash

If I'm feelin' funny, guaranteed gon' flash

Cock back, blast, put 'em in a bag

Prolly gon' regret it in the retrospect

Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet

Spend a lot of money on the CDG

Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen?

Battle with the white man day by day

Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play

They don’t ever want to see the Black man eat

Nails in the Black man's hands and feet

Put him on a cross, so we put him on a chain

Lying to me, sayin' he don't look like me

Rollcage on the GT3

How a show on stage like a DVD?

Put me in the MoMA when it's over with

I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit

Remember that I still got you

I still got you here

It's rare they'd come across you?

I kept you hidden in my head

Drowning in my own ocean

I forgot to care

And you can drop anchor, baby

I know what's under there

It never really crossed my mind to think

Maybe you'd avert your glance at me?

Ever really cross your mind

Ever really cross your mind

I ain't never had no chance to breathe