Madd
¿Do the Digs Dug?
[Verse 1: Madd]
A hero ain't nothin' but a sandwich
I mean, well, I need a hoagie if I am to manage
To fill myself up and stay fat
Yo, yo, I gotta kick the raps, yo, yo I gotta keep the naps
Well, see, it's like this, um, I forgot to mention
You was slingin' on my wing-ding, swingin' like the Ringling
Suckers on the trapeze, back and forth, please
I keeps you on your toes to keeps you off your knees
Oops, I'm sorry, I'm just a Goat-man, ahk
First you did some flips, but now you just flopped
Damn, ouch, I didn't mean to be that blunt
I gave you what you got 'cause I gives you what you want

[Verse 2: OaTie]
Bustin' down the door, bustin' down the door
Found the corporate heads dippin' Bush like a whore
Sayin', "What is it for? What is it for?"
"The green, the green, please back me some more"
Leonard Peltier, Leonard Peltier
Who the hell is that, why the fuck should I care?
In jail, in jail, in jail like a dealer
"Fuck George Bush!" says my T-shirt squealer
Please, oh please, set Leonard P. free
'Cause you wiped out his race like an ant colony
What you afraid of, Annie Mae Aquash?
Found her lying in the ditch with no place for a watch
[Chorus]
Do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?

[Post-Chorus]
Digga-digga, dug-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-dug
A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-digs-dug (Do the digs dug?)
A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-dig, dig-digs (Do the dugs dig?)
Digga-digga, dug, dig, dug

[Verse 3: Swayzack]
I don't dig apple pie, it's an American lie
Because I dug between the lines, all I found was swine
Direct control, I won't fold or succumb
I mean, be overcome, I mean, you know what I mean?
The green team ain't down with the White House clowns
Pushing round mounds of shit, tryin' to pound it down our throats
But dig it, I'd rather have a bud than a scud
Dug it, 'cause I'ma pour the salt on the slugs
Unplug it, the TV, 'cause I don't need to see
Dan Rather, 'cause it doesn't matter to me
They lather me up, but their suds are weak
But I'ma burn some bushes and cut the quail's beak
[Verse 4: Madd]
Uh-oh, yo, here I come again
Holdin' up the crap like a diaper, Depends
Aw, George, you don't pay attention
Put down the golf clubs and stop takin' away the pensions
Whatchamacallit? The Emancipation Procla-somethin'?
It doesn't mean a thing, 'cause back then I wasn't nothin'
Just one-third of, what's that word? Um, human
Fuck that "four score", furthermore, I'm fumin'
What's their face? Uh, Powell, I know you dig it
A general, an officer, a pig to a piglet
They're both givin' time, they're both gettin' mine
It's time for Goats to roast swine

[Chorus]
Do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?

[Post-Chorus]
Digga-digga, dug-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-dug
A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-digs-dug (Do the digs dug?)
A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-dig, dig-digs-dug (Do the dugs dig?)
A-digga-dug, dig, dug
[Verse 5: OaTie]
Let me check my Glock ,'cause it's time to be checkin' it
In this age of no phase, you know who's gonna be wreckin' it
With a crazy, spacy, Hendrix-like hazy
Purple maple syrup-le, jump the hurdle never lazy
Flim-flam of Uncle Scam makes you guard your wad
Got heads of the state deciding fates like God
Makin' racists out of toddlers, soldiers outta bums
Put that wad in front of congress, see who comes
First 'cause they're cuttin' funds like liverwurst
Curse 'bout the purse and they'll drop you in the hearse
With n***as shooting blacks, yep, feds supply the gats
Dropping eight ball jackets like Minnesota Fats

[Verse 6: Swayzack]
Congratulations on your biggest stunt yet
But you can't hit my blunt if your lips are wet, baby
Call me crazy and I'm not the pretentious type
Just looks like maybe you's on the pipe
So go take another pull off the glass dick
The way you drool, I think your lips was elastic
I asked Madd, he said you got your ass kicked
Tryna play your pops for his plastic
Swayzack's cuttin' tracks on the head cracks
Gonna slay some monkeys for the junkies
Stay back and put the caps on the hat rack
'Cause here's the plan, the man's gon' get funky

[Chorus]
Do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?
A-do the dugs dig? Do the digs dug?

[Post-Chorus]
Digga-digga, dug-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-dug
A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-digs-dug (Do the digs dug?)
A-digga, dugs-dug, digga-digga, dig-dig-digs (Do the dugs dig?)
Do the dugs dig dug?