[Lyric] Follow The Mint Brute (Caroliner)

Well I'm every prayer
Unanswered. I've got to pray to
Something cause there probably
Isn't no better reason for my
Existence. To get me out of
This dilemma beat the shit out of
The people around my house
Knock 'em silly drag them
Around take the feet & after
Laying them out
Taking heads off rats that
Keep themselves bag eyed
From thieving me to the grave
Have thеir faces a human
Guise by teeth grin and had
Them sit and rеad; quietly
English child book I saved
Those heads stank like food left
Next to the skull in some wet coffin
So I'll grow mint under their necks
To settle smell for a shoe I give them
Well that nasty thing grabbed out
All my hair punch my teeth stole my arm
Farewell home I need my
Knuckles and hair?
Feel like I'm chasing my heart
After all I gave them a shoe
Grinnins pleasing smell
English words
I've got in hunt now in my breast
My God as hate has brined
That nasty thieving beady eyed
Pack rats!
Damn nasty thieving beady eyed
Pack rats!