[Intro: sample]
Beast Music...
"Animal"

"Animal"
"Animal"
"Animal"


[Stumik:]
I dump at your grill again, they said I'm wilding

Plus I'm from the Island, something like Gilligan
Get slugs from the pump, just from grilling men
And spun like a ceiling fan, and slumped in the trunk, cause we militant

^!$$%s better duck, when we killing %#@!
Cause Stumik get crunk, and I don't give a $#&@, if you feeling it
Ain't trying to be caught in the mix, my watch looking like

^!$$%s hit me with a snowball on my wrist
I'm getting neck with the lights on, Hulk Hogan %#@!
I'm sitting on twenty-two inch pythons

And I keep something new in that right palm
So what I got to prove, it ain't %#@! you could do when your life's gone


[Chorus: Polite]
Aiyo, if you ain't from round here, don't come around here
I don't know what you heard, they carry guns round here

I know you heard they kill them boys round here
Listen (Watch what you say, it's on around here)
Yo, really though, it's all good, grew up around here

I watch fiends get high, and throw up round here
So be careful, when you roam round here
When you leave home, make sure you keep the chrome round there


[D.C.:]
You don't wanna clash with Cash, and end up


With your body bent up, in that plastic bag
I leave you bloody as a maxipad, you know me

D.C., I'm in the streets like a taxi cab
You ^!$$%s sweeter than a Laffy Taf, and as far as that lead
I let it spread like a nasty rash

They only thing you ever clapped was glass, on the ballcourt
I bet that sawed-off'll turn that $$# to grass
You all talk, you won't actually last

You probably think it's game, until them thang-thangs actually blast
Yo, when it blows, you can catch these drafts, the cold chills
From cold steel, it's I'll, like a nasty gash


[Chorus]


[P.C.:]
Paulie, I'm an "Animal", trying to find something to eat
You don't want it with me, I be hunting for beef

It'll be another dead body under a sheet
For trying to $#&@ with my bread, I stomp 'em under the street
^!$$%s think they hear thunder when I'm thumping the heat

I make it rain like Lil' Wayne, you can't $#&@ with the beast
I punch ^!$$%s in they face, bear knuckle the cheek
A whole mouth full of fists, you lose a couple of teeth

Sorry I don't spit commercial rap, Paulie murk the track
And it can get a lot of worse than that
If I showed you how I work the mack, I leave a couple doves

And hearses at the church, lineback the pack

[Chorus]