Old school rap song about small town life in Mechanicville, NY

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I was born in a small town
I grew up in small town
don't give a fuck
bout the small town now
the small town can't compare
to when we ran these streets bitch
Mother fuckers always wantin to suck
I'm damn sure
that I don't give a fuck
M E C H A N I C
V to the I
double L
E
The home of garbage 
and undreamt dreams
The home of
ritalin and dope head fiends
Me and my crew
we're the baddest ya seen
cuz we don't give a fuck
like VagiClean
I mean
mother fuckers
it's P to the slingshot
I'll come up quick
and stick my dick
in the mail slot
and if you're thinkin
that i'm thinkin your girl's hot
you're probably wrong
I'm fuckin thinkin
your mom's hot
switch me back
get me back
in∂ the rhyme spot
put Seinfield back
on the 9 o'clock time spot
we got shrooms
we got pills
we got a whole lot a pot
But we gotta problem with pills
We all gotta chomp
Ya'll remember
the green F1s
dial 505-793
1
I'm silly dumb
but i'm likely to stun
and i'll tell ya what
my balls are numb
car keys always poppin outta this town
take a look around
a straight pound for pound
10 o'clock goes that doo doo sound
and I like ya momma best
when she's doo doo brown (haha)
Numbers of reasons
why we're so fucked up
The parents, the drugs
you know
the normal stuff
Had some problems
with drinkin too much
but this town's so fucked
worse than Stillwater sluts Yo
Break out the yip
every time I come home
blow past lines 
faster than Burt Stone
and if ya know me
i'm likely to roll home
I can't sing 
when i'm high
Fuckin
Kill Tom Jones

(Verse 2)

In this small town
we smoke an ounce 
of ground round
beefy buds
three blunts
then we go and tree hug
cuz we get so high
that we feel like we're hippys
floatin in the sky
then hitch hike to Hawaii
but during part 
of my long swim
I remember a time when
hmm maybe it was like 7:45AM
Poppin em Droppin em
on our tongues
and yo them pills 
was double stakked ones
Never believe what happened to us
on this day called 9/11
Rollin face on the way to school
gettin followed by the principal 
Tryin hard
not to act a fool
but yo
I was fucked up
Rollin face in StudyHall
Saw my Gym coach
almost fall
When he tripped over a basketball 
and said
"There's been a terrorist attack
on the World Trade Center"
Just then
my roll kicked in some
and I realized 
what my predicament was
Me, Py, Dollaz yo,
Banker, DeMarzio
Rollin nuts
not knowin what to do
After school we drove around
rollin nuts
in this town
Blastin that song by Cold
that goes like
It's the End of the World

Small Town

Dewey Crew recorded a raunchy rap and mixed media album between 2002 and 2004 in Mechanicville, NY.  With shock value as the goal, these songs are shocking, sick and twisted.

Small Town

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