I've had it with you punks
I'm tired of being the chump
throw your shit in the dump you will be humped
taking it to the stump
you'll get use to it
giving the blues a big old pump
while your giving me some crump grump
I'm gonna wish you dead
I'll sautéed your brain with grits and eggs crunch
filling your crazy ass up with punch for brunch
but you'll get use to it
I don't need your name to cause you shame
I'm throwing a blanket on this train
Your nightmare now begins
but you'll get use to it
While traveling around solving this issue
I had to bring my tissues
It's hard to leave home
I know it cause I been gone
and I got use to it
no one said it was going to be charming waking a sleeping giant from snoring
all alone in the cold ain't that a pity
but you'll get use to it
It's lonely at the top
somebodies got to pop that coohie
grind that booty
I'm ready to hoohie
Mister Johnson wants a new B
for his wee wee
this gangster blues will whack your pee pee cee cee
I'll start a new tree comfortably
and you'll get use to it
forging new alliance that the world can see
I ain't hiding, I'm prioritizing privatizing, socializing, prophesizing single minding
this art is dying
I ain't getting no richer, so I'm pulling the trigga's on all you nigga's both b/w I got to incite
I'm pushing for this fight
I'm gonna put out the lights
and you'll get use to it
having fun now living the blues no more
I'm not the spook that seat by the door
ain't doing that no more
I'm your crawling king snake and I rule my den I'll crawl
around your door just to make you howl some more
but you'll get use to it
I'll bite you on the neck
you will find eternal rest with the Mississippi best
Muddy, Howlin' Wolf Jimmy Reed Big Mama Thornton and the rest of the bunch
no more talk just join em I will be slaying your morning after the gig so stay on site
the rest of you true blue get ready to fry
say bye bye old school
So give me what I want you won't have to hear me howl no more
and you will get use to It
I'm talking about busting your lips
I'll use my notebook to spread the tip
I don't want to chase you, you got a curfew so Murphy don't get you
there's no pity in the naked city only misery If I keep your company
I can't get use to it
you get use to it
you'll get use to it
you'll get use to it
you get use to it
you get use to it
