Misterelle - Suffering Succotash lyrics

Bah-bah-bah, bahbahbahbahbah-bah Bah-bah-bah, bahbahbahbahbaaahhh [2x] [Verse 1: Misterelle] My cousin wanted me to spit, so suffering succotash s**er-a** motherf**ers can suffer from mustard gas Smothered in mustard, I cut the mustard, they must've ran Only to pa** muster, I mustered up muttered rants Mussed a muddle, of the mummery mumbled fast Uttered utterly rubbish with ruffians running mad Wasn't grand as ten hundreds, my mother's dad Or an 88-key piano, this number's for Son of Sam Punch them like Clubber Lang, while punching a punching bag Punches in bunches, I double up on the jab Shuffle shuffle then studder, Duh Duh Duh Man Huddle up then scream hut hut and underhand Or maybe hum it straight to your stomach, your thumb'll jam One my cousins blast, if you're lucky the gun'll jam They ask whaddup? you wanna dance? do the "hustle", the "running man" Or something, you start something? it's gonna'be something bad [Hook: Misterelle] 'Cause we've been through this many a day, many a night Think it's time I start hitting this J, Gimme a light Gimme a light Many a day, many a night We've been through this many a day, many a night Think it's time I start hitting the hay, hit the lights Lights, Lights Hit the lights Steady Mobbing like Bah-bah-bah, bahbahbahbahbah-bah Bah-bah-bah, bahbahbahbahbaaahhh [Verse 2: Misterelle] My cousin said to spit again, so suffering succotash s**er-a** motherf**ers! and mama said cut the gra** And told me "tell the others to stick their thumb up in someone's a**" Because they're clearing under the thumb of the upper-cla** This southern "swag" hustle they shove into duffle bags Either pump an illegal substance or struggle, it's such a drag Call that "crabs in a bucket" a bunch of crabs Trying to keep the beef from taking me under like Krusty Krab Which leads to encumber, by dumbing down what I am Because becoming rap's second-coming was up for grabs Though unbecoming, becoming what they could grasp Would not only get me ducats, but bubble-bu*t undergrads Drunken and puffing hash, f**ing and cutting cla** Teachers said "he wouldn't amount to nothing", plus flunking math No Troggle Trouble Math could sum up he doesn't have Gave a f** about circumference or numbers that wasn't cash I need something for Uncle Sam Or your aunties and uncles last found cut up, no muscle ma** "Cause We've been through that many a day, many a night [Hook]