Eaten Alive (Thomas Dimuzio Remix)

Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on

That's redundant when one takes a foot

And ain't never slipped up in your city uninvited

Wish a motherfucker would

Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light

You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life

When the fuck the swamp turn into real estate?

Spirits in the weeping willows heavyweight

Spirits out the bathtub for the everyday

Heavy mist got vision cloudy anyway

Anywhere they go they never get away

Shotgun in the Chevy and we can't wait to play

Don't fuck up a Dollar General for Gatorade

It's gators waitin' in the water, chillin', fuck it, he could wait

Grab a motherfucker and then fade away

Wrestle with the scales until the break of day

Bullet through a bottle like it's breakaway

Shattered glass amassing on the grasses where the babies play

Bleedin' feet can bring the beast out any day

Bleedin' hearts come teachin' thinkin' they can save

But they make you save their favors for a rainy day

It's way too many dead around for fake ass prayers to make a way

Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on

That's redundant when one takes a foot

And ain't never slipped up in your city uninvited

Wish a motherfucker would

Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light

You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life

When the fuck the swamp turn into fashion week?

Used to be pull up, your flashy wouldn't last a week

Used to stand out by just standin' 'til he atrophy

Sticky's tattooed on his lips so he don't have to speak

Hood commando flip a gram up to a half a ki'

Pop a band up out the bando 'bout a half a week

Pimpin' partners lock it down, they feel like Master P

And you ain't in the trap house 'less you got a master key

The rims are thirty inches here because the grass is deep

Gold on his molars 'cause he only got 'bout half his teeth

You passin' through to spread your gospel, you gon' have to leave

Wrapped up in a casket of the only ones the pastor see

Most 'cues ain't verbal, why you wastin' time with flattery?

All kings are bastards 'round here, that just happens naturally

Bathwater babies creep about the bayou magically

And leave your brains behind the outhouse in the grass for cats to eat

Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on

That's redundant when one takes a foot

And ain't never slipped up in your city uninvited

Wish a motherfucker would

Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light

You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life

You never lived, you'll never leave, it's curtains

The fog over the swamp should make you nervous

Take the chorus, then weigh the water child

Pious to the demons speakin' English via crocodile

Cock a smile sideways, church to Sunday

Sometimes that shit you didn't know more dangerous than gunplay