Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knuckle Dragging , by - Wrekonize. Song from the album Into the Further, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |