Catch Thirtythree

Red black and green instead of gang bandannas
FBI spying on us through the radio antennas
Red black and green instead of gang bandannas
FBI spying on us through the radio antennas

Wake up, I get it slowly on a Monday morning
Still dark, I can see the cloud the rain is pouring
No worries from a man like me
Keep the gate closed eyes looking back and forth back and forth
Double in the jungle Freddie poppin’ it’s a rumble
Why the fuck you mumble broken jaw I keep it humble
Watch your life crumble it’s a joke
Think you are my friend? I hope you fucking choke, fucking choke
Catch thirty three hear it in my darkest dreams
Freddie’s gonna fuck it up

Red black and green instead of gang bandannas
FBI spying on us through the radio antennas
Red black and green instead of gang bandannas
FBI spying on us through the radio antennas