Slumlords, we takin' ALL yo' money....

Riding the crest of their self-titled #1 single, rappers The Slumlords played to a sold-out crowd at The Orchards of Southington on Wednesday.

Donnnnnnnnn:
Yo, Donny here wit my homeboy Rod,
You know girls, I seen you groovin’ that bod,
Dressed like a lawn chair, but dat ain’t so odd,
He’s a lover, not a fighter, boy’s a bedroom god,

Chorus:
Slumlords, you don’t pay dat rent
Slumlords, you get one leg bent
Slumlords, that ain’t the half of it, honey
Slumlords, we takin’ ALL yo money

Rod:
Yo, Hot Rod here wit my homey Donny,
Never know what that dude’s got in his bonney.
He thinks he’s a playa, but dude’s justa saya,
Mess wit him, rentboy, Donny sure make you paya

Chorus:
Slumlords, you don’t pay dat rent
Slumlords, you get one leg bent
Slumlords, that ain’t the half of it, honey
Slumlords, we takin’ ALL yo money

Donnnnnnnnnnn:
Got a leaking roof, go get a bucket
Call me in the night, I’ll tell you to go …disregard it
Watcha mean, you ain’t got no toilet?
Com’on now, brother, best you jes’ soil it!

Chorus:
Slumlords, you don’t pay dat rent
Slumlords, you get one leg bent
Slumlords, that ain’t the half of it, honey
Slumlords, we takin’ ALL yo money

Rod:
Ya see, when tenants complain ‘bout stuff, we turn a deaf ear,
If they leave in a big huff, we snatch all their best gear,
If they call in the cops, dat ain’t such a worry,
Donny’s got da big pull, so LANDLORDS get no JURY!