Gus the Gator's Groovy Security

Yeah, we in the Everglades, y'all,

It’s Gus the gator, sprawled out on my log,

Swamp security, keeping a watchful eye,

On the horizon, where them escapees lie.

Yo, it's just another day, chillin' by the river,

Got my cattail cigar, man it couldn't be bigger,

Flicking mosquitoes, got my guard on high,

"Swamp ain't a sanctuary," all the critters know why.

ICE rollin’ up with the lunch truck treat,

Gonna feed on the folks who think they’re quick on their feet,

But I’m the king of these waters, G.O.P. regent,

Ain’t no salad eaters here, just a rap with some grind.

"These escapees, they think they can flee,

But Gus in the glide, won’t let ‘em be free!"

He chomps on the cattail, fiber in his jaw,

"What happened to the outlaws? C’mon, let’s raise the bar!"

Gator in the bayou, never gonna back down,

Spitting rhymes, man, I'm wearing the crown,

Swamp security, with a jazz-inflected flow,

Ain’t no running from Gus, you got nowhere to go!

Swirling on my log, yeah, I’m serving up truth,

Kale smoothies won't keep you safe, let me share you a proof,

Feeling all those broken dreams in my swampy domain,

I’m a funny little gator, but my message is plain.

Got a heart full of jazz, rhythms flow like the creek,

Laughing at the thought of real gangsters in their peak,

Now they sipping green drinks, hiding behind the light,

Not enough fire in them to put up a fight.

But I’m out here thriving, living life like a boss,

With my log throne, man, I’m chillin' with sauce,

Escapees think they quick but don’t know the wise,

I see their shadows lurking, with my keen gator eyes.

"These escapees, they think they can flee,

But Gus in the glide, won’t let ‘em be free!"

Swamp echoing laughter, as I sunbathe and glow,

In this southern swamp, just watch how we flow.

Gator in the bayou, never gonna back down,

Spitting rhymes, man, I'm wearing the crown,

Swamp security, with a jazz-inflected flow,

Ain’t no running from Gus, you got nowhere to go!

So keep your smoothies, your dreams of being bold,

I’m just a gator on my log, but my story’s being told,

In the Everglades, where the wild things play,

With my rap and my jazz, lemme brighten your day!