​clipping., Ted Byrnes, Jeff Parker - Eaten Alive lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you step a foot up in
The swamp with your gators on (Tsk)
That's redundant when one takes a foot
(Take that) and I ain't never
Slicked up in your city uninvited (Uh)
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy
Your frame light (Light)
You're more than six degrees and
Can't explain the life (Huh)

When the fuck the swamp
Turn into real estate? (Uh)
Spirit's in the weeping willows heavyweight
(yeah)
Spirit's out the bathtub for the every day
Heavy mists got vision cloudy anyway
Any way they go, they never get away (Run)
Shotgun in the shed and he
Can't wait to play (Ha)
Fucked up a Dollar General for Gatorade
It's gators waiting in the
Water, chillin', fuck it, he can wait
Grab a motherfucker and then fade away
Wrestle with the scales until
The break of day (Uh)
Bullet through a bottle like it's breakaway
Shattered glass amassing on the grasses
Where the babies play
Bleeding feet could bring the
Beast out any day
Bleeding hearts come teachin'
Thinkin' they could save
They may should save their favors
For a rainy day
It's way too many dead around for
Fake-ass prayers to make a way

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you step a foot up in
The swamp with your gators on (Tsk)
That's redundant when one takes a foot
(Take that) and I ain't never slicked up
In your city uninvited (Uh)
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy
Your frame light (Uh)
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 here
Flashy wouldn't last a week
Used to stand out by just
Standing 'til he atrophied
Stitches tattooed on his lips so
He don't have to speak (Shh)
Hood commando
Flip a gram up to a half a ki' (Uh)
Pop a band up out the bando
'bout a half a week
Pimpin' partners lock it down
They feel like Master P (Uh)
And you ain't in the trap house
'less you got a master key
The rims are 30" here because
The grass is deep
Gold on his molars 'cause he only
Got 'bout half his teeth
You passing through to spread your gospel
You gon' have to leave
Wrapped up in a casket are the
Only ones the pastor sees
Most cues ain't verbal
Why you wasting time with flattery?
All kings are bastards 'round here
That just happens naturally
Bathwater babies creep up out
The bayou magically
And leave your brains behind the outhouse in
The grass for cats to eat (Woo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you step a foot up in
The swamp with your gators on
That's redundant when one takes a foot
(Take that) and I ain't never slicked up
In your city uninvited (Uh)
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy
(Heavy) , your frame light (Uh)
You're more than six degrees and
Can't explain the life

You never lived, you never leave
It's curtains the fog over the swamp
Should make you nervous (Ah)
Take the chorus they wade the water, child
Pious to the demon speaking
English via crocodile
Cock a smile sideways, church for Sunday
Sometimes that shit you didn't know
More dangerous than gunplay