Underdog (The Trilogy) - Mike Zombie

You fuckin' with the underdog, ah-ooh

This is when the dog get loose

You fuckin' with the underdog, ah-ooh

What happen when the dog get loose?

I swear that it’s over dog, for you

Hell naw they ain’t got no love for you

That’s what happens when you’re the underdog, ah-ooh

This what happens when the dog gets loose

You ain’t got no love for me my nigga

Ever meet another nigga like me my nigga?

Are you sure?

little voice in my head tellin' me go off

And nigga I’m spazzin', this is where the shit gets tragic

Sick and tired of getting treated like a lower classman

Tryna get attention persistance it’s not harassment

All my shit is massive, let’s get this shit to the masses

You can’t even gas me, that’s why I took off the ad-libs

I’m guaranteed to fail, my second language sarcastic

Praying every night cause I’m fearing to be stagnant

I was told just stay on the low cause they just want reactions

Yeah, and I be listening

Let me touch on something that’s so delicate

Tired of playin' beats for boys I’m better than

I can’t say I’m lovin' it, tell 'em who they fuckin' with

You fuckin' with the underdog, ah-ooh

This is when the dog get loose

You fuckin' with the underdog, ah-ooh

What happen when the dog get loose?

I swear that it’s over dog, for you

Hell naw they ain’t got no love for you

That’s what happens when you’re the underdog, ah-ooh

This what happens when the dog gets loose

Quarter million dollars, that’s just the investments

Lookin' at my life, I never thought I’d be this blessed, shit

They said they gonna do me when they see me, so depressing

Thank god I’m not living a lie, cause that shit right there is a lie

Cause why the fuck I’m still alive?

Questioning ain’t if I can rap now

Question now is who the fuck want it

Nah nigga, let’s get straight to it

Y’all done woke a monster and y’all made me do it (Yeah)

Off top, this shit won’t take Young Z-O mad years

Off top my shit was the best shit that dropped last year

Niggas called me for info on it boy, hell nah I ain’t give it up

Blood type L, yeah loyalty the only thing that’s in my blood

In traffic with the enemies, opportunity gettin' given up

Some days, swear to god, I wake up, I just wanna give it up

My neighbors know that a nigga famous and they hate it

Most the time I wish the shit I rap was all made up

My nephews and my niece always tell me that I made it

Gotta send the money to Atlanta and Decatur

Family on my back still, three years later

609 saviour, yeah I really know the mayor

Next nigga diss me, then we getting physical

We gon' come and see your mama, on my mama I ain’t playin'

Bein' humble don’t mean bein' pussy

Bein' humble don’t mean bitin' tongues

They might get that shit a lil confused though

Must of forgot where the fuck I came from yeah

Boy I’m really cut from something different

God and satan playing tug of war with it

They say every dog gon' have his day

But the sun never come and visit y’all niggas

Boy I’m really cooking something different

God and satan playing tug of war with it