Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knuckle Dragging, artist - Wrekonize. Album song Into the Further, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Knuckle Dragging |
When you just think… you can’t take it anymore |
Come drag your knuckles |
Do some caveman shit, you know what I mean |
You gotta be a buckle-sagging, hustle having brother |
With your knuckles dragging |
Waitin' tables and the wage is minimum |
My family needs to eat and I must be the one defendin' em |
Double shift, Friday fix, fuckin' spot is packed as balls |
Someone must have called in sick, thanks a lot for jackin' off |
I got 6 tables, 3 are cool no prob', one some older broads |
One a JV squad, they just won a title, tryna celebrate the odds, |
and so I gave them all free drinks and onion straws |
Then this last table of douchebag supremes, suit tie regime |
Do nothing but juke, lie, and scheme |
They tried to call me over with that snooty 'snap your fingers' |
I just tried to play pretend as if I never heard the ringer |
Better not be disrespect, I am not that fuckin' dude |
Yeah, I need my job and all, but I will not be stuck and screwed |
If they cross the line then you gon' see just what I mean |
I’ll be hopping all up on their table just to fuckin' scream |
You think you’re civilized |
You think your money means shit to me |
Well I got news for ya sucker |
I just don’t see how you get down, down |
You think you’re civilized |
You think your money means shit to me |
Well I got news for ya sucker |
I’m a buckle-sagging, hustle-having brother with my knuckles dragging |
Knuckle dragging |
Knuckle dragging |
Knuckle dragging |
See I just left the job, clocked out (NOPE), I just fuckin' quit |
They can mail my last check out, and they can suck a dick |
Job was paying peanuts, and I am a gorilla |
Knuckles dragging on the floor, I’m bearded like a killer |
I’m pounding on the concrete like nobody can harm man |
King of the concrete jungle, fuck a Tarzan |
Swinging from the ropes, and dropping down on everyone below |
Ladies looking at me like a monster with a rubber soul |
Now I’m feeling free, apron in the trash can |
I’ll get my respect by any method that a man can |
No more talking down to me, so keep it canned-canned |
Everybody give me space, this here is my jam-jam |
So next time you see somebody and their hustles lagging |
Or they’re getting abused by some uppity yuppy maggot |
Grab 'em by the throat and clutch 'em like a fuckin' savage |
Cause some problems can only be solved when you’re knuckle dragging |
You think you’re civilized |
You think your money means shit to me |
Well I got news for ya sucker |
I just don’t see how you get down, down |
You think you’re civilized |
You think your money means shit to me |
Well I got news for ya sucker |
I’m a buckle-sagging, hustle-having brother with my knuckles dragging |