🎵 Mutiny // by The Goats

4 ContributorsMutiny Lyrics [sample: Jump out the speakers and cold fuck you up] Now in 1991 I took a little trip Along with Swayzack Down the mighty Mississip I took a lot of blunts We took a lot of weed We chased them Nazis To the town of New Orleans We fired our guns But them Nazis kept a-comin Popped in the clip Then we started to unload We fired our guns Then the punks started runnin Down the Mississippi To the Gulf of Mexico Tell y'all bros Fuck the colds I got the flows to break ya nose Act like ya knows Throwin lyrics like blows From a heavyweight contender Mix my styles in a blender Never I surrender Fuck that Love Me Tender It's Mutiny on the Bounty So just call me Captain Bligh I know you wanna step But you too shy, shy, hush hush Before I bust you in your eye You little punk Now let's talk representin Standin on a corner Rhymin with some tec'in You only need a gun If you can kill a politician Or some Nazi Klan fuck That needs a buck, buck Keep talkin constipated Watch your shit get stuck Up your butt The influx, it ain't enough Chillin at my crib But my crib is kinda rough So someone mistook me For somethin that I wasn't Some uneducated brother Smokin on a prism You rollin like a tank Reachin for a shank You Nazi punk bitch Walk the motherfuckin plank [sample: Jump out the speakers and cold fuck you up] Word to Chico Got chased down to Puerto Rico Started takin Nazis out Like my name was Nico It's the truth G They tryin to get me in the mutiny Now every Nazi in the town Tryin to shoot me No scrutiny, no time to think One time they even Threw the fucking kitchen sink On the brink Or should I say point blank This way or that way Everybody's on the take So fuck it I ain't tryin to kick the bucket By the hands of a Nazi or Klansman Unleashed, like man's best beast Or friend, that gets five and takes ten Then again, minorities should self-defend So you pretend that You're bendin over backwards When in reality You're all a bunch of actors So the facts, they stay in our favor Now we savor the flavor Of the weavers of fans But baby you can keep your fuckin food stamps [sample: Jump out the speakers and cold fuck you up] Hey children, what's that sound? Just a Nazi punk gettin beat down Just some clown who felt Like a Mounds bar Now I've got nuts in the trunk of my car And we ain't too far away From the cop spot Dust em in the parking lot Two bucks in the chop shop Plop plop fizz fizz, here comes the buzz Ain't a damn thing changed Ain't that the name of the song, cuz? So I bust up the block like Speed Racer Good cop, bad cop, tryin to give chase But this is no waste Cuz I lose them all the next time Runnin out of gas, baby no time to work But I don't squirm, I just hurry hurry up Drop the load And watch the ride explode So let it be told When you drink your next 40 No pig shot, no story No Goats, no glory [sample: Jump out the speakers and cold fuck you up]