| Brother, while you were here playing beer pong
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| I was dealing with the viet cong
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| Me and my familia, we are strong, a real bond
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| So string along, I’m gonna sing a song, now bring it on
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| Who are you? |
| Hey, hey, who are you?
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| Clay, I’m just a boy from the bayou
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| There’s a battle raging, man and nature
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| But if you can navigate the salivating alligators, Hell awaits ya
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| See you at Sammy’s place an hour later
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| And do a man a favour 'cause I’m outta paper
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| Grab the tab and pay the round
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| And get yourself a drink to drown your sorrows and a chaser
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| Down it straight and then head out into the town for capers
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| My knuckles got a couple scars from scuffles in bars
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| Over shuffled cards, I hustle hard, there’s a shovel in the trunk
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| Of my muscle car for when the trouble starts
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| Some dogs are only loyal 'til you pull the muzzle off
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| Visibly twitchy, there’s a reason you’re fidgety
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| Must be the midges, heat and humidity, breeding stupidity
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| Bitch! |
| We’ve no need for your sympathy
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| Concealing your bigotry beneath a sheet of duplicity
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| And revealing your inner beast
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| Down in the deep south, we do it differently
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| I mean if you’re feeling me
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| Dead in the middle of river row, little did we know
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| That we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddly
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| Oh, this is New Bordeaux, so what’s a few more schmoes
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| Asking for their ass kicked? |
| That’s their last trick
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| How’d you like the bottom of a swamp for a casket?
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| 'Til you’ve had it all taken away, you’ll never know
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| The meaning of family
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| Once you’ve had it all taken away then all you want’s
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| To be in a family
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| Yeah, the new black mob, courtesy of Bourbon Street
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| Might not know me but you heard of me, certainly
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| The Marcanos tried to murder me but when I pull the heat
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| My people started rising like mercury
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| The Italian Mafia killed without mercy
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| So now, it’s time to turn this town topsy-turvy
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| If you in the family then you getting amnesty
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| We plan to bleed these heathens
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| From the city like a damn disease
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| New Bordeaux, my residency
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| And I can’t control what the residents see
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| So me and my conglomerates shall remain anonymous
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| I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
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| Put you in a coma not induced medically
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| Feed you to the creatures, not leaving a shred of evidence
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| Evidently, I need to break it down so lemme see
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| If you keep messing with me, you’ll be a swamp delicacy
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| The only cocktail you drink is a molotov
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| There’ll be a few scorched men in New Orleans
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| When we catch 'em nodding off
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| Bullets will be tossed across ya noggin
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| Keep on talking and we’ll pop you like a bottle top
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| And transport you out of state
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| We dump bodies before they can draw the chalk lines
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| You can vanish without a trace
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| Safe to say, my serrated blade’ll ruin y’all
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| Stabbed so many times, I got you looking like a voodoo doll
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| War is what it’s time for, go and grab a knife or a shotty
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| Turn a sight for sore eyes into an eye sore
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| Got your body floating downstream towards the ninth ward
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| Family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you die for
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| 'Til you’ve had it all taken away, you’ll never know
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| The meaning of family
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| Once you’ve had it all taken away then all you’ll want’s
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| To be in a family |