CunninLynguists - Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts lyrics

{*dramatic Italian music plays, like "The Godfather"*} "Uh-oh! Here comes trouble!" (Intro) I'm SO SICK, of all these rappers, MC's talkin bout they thugs Yo we been thugged out since Cub Scouts, you know what that means? When y'all were breakin in line, we were breakin spines We didn't have no slip knots, we had nooses We have Girl Scout cookies, reach in here if it breaks you'll feel 'em! (Chorus: repeat 2X) THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - best believe We are guaranteed to make you bleed Jumpin out of swings, kickin in teeth THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - yes indeed (Verse One: Deacon the Villain) Yo; bailing on my Big Wheel, dressed to k** Jeans with the knee pads, slanted Raccoon hat Wiffleball bat in my holster, rollin Supersoaker filled with piss, patrollin Thugged out, get drugged out of your own treehouse Hangin hives on jungle gyms, lettin the bees out Girls want beef like Arby's, melt they Barbies My Cub Scouts were a miniature sinister army In the cafeteria didn't let sh** slide Hit guys up for they milk and shepherd's pie You want extra pizza? Here's yo' slice {*blade sound*} I'm the line leader b*tch, run yo' Nikes (give me your shoes!) Hit y'all, thought you knew I'm the sh** dog That's what you get for rollin all hard in kickball (f**er!) Fartknocker, you better hope cla** lasts Cause at recess your a** is gra** (Verse Two: Mr. Raw) No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub Scout Hoppin off my BMX, punchin n***az in the mouth {*BAM*} (ooh!) A little bad-a** n***a, f** hide'n'seek I was gettin a whippin from momma like every week Splittin n***az wigs and takin their G.I. Joes Lunch money you name it baby I got to have it yo Talk sh** and feel my hands grip ya f**in throat Girls hated me cause I would always steal they jump rope (b**h!) Now let a bigga n***a say somethin stupid Smack him with the bat, lay his a** out flat Why must the nappy head boy, be like that Where's the home trainin? He's like an animal with no tamin Who you blamin when your son gets snatched up Smacked up, Derrick Green again, he's bout to act up And while you playin dodgeball I'll be tappin jaws Here comes that boy again! Yo he's worse than a Chuckie doll (Chorus) (Verse Three: Jugga the Bully) Jugga Bully wasn't at all popular until that day I beat down the hall monitor I used to use small binoculars to look at girls through this hole in the wall that led directly to the stalls where the broads lockers were And they were usually all topless or leanin over to tie their shoes that's when I bust through, and make my move to grab at least 5 b**bs And this ain't high school, this is kindergarten Juggs was into arson, burned the media center into carbons I guess I had mental problems, but then again I think my problems started when the school nurse put me on Ritalin (Blame her!) Y'all put sugar in gas tanks I put boogers on the substitute's gla** and he drank I had pics of a hooker with the principal, gettin his a** spanked I guess I had a pa**ion for pranks (haha) I wasn't scared of the teachers (nah) Juggs was gettin head under the bleachers durin the Pledge of Allegiance, that's what I'm bout (Verse Four) Hey! Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg? I'll stab you dead in yo' eye with the Lincoln Log Oh you think I'm soft because I rock Izod? Pull out the sawed off ' "Oh my God!" {*chkchk-BOOM*} Even though I never been hauled off to juvenile detention I done things too vile to mention I was too demented; remember when Baby Jessica fell in the well? I threw her in it!! I always been a sick kid Took hella Valiums and all type of doctor's prescriptions And when the Den Leader gave me stress I smacked him in the grill with my Merit Badge vest Nevertheless, cla**mates learned never to test unless they want a spitball stuck to they neck Oh you think it's funny? I'll beat you down screamin out my buddy, my buddy, my buddy! {*singing*} My buddy and meeeee! "That boy's one mean motherf**er!"