Luigi

(Intro – spoken)

Yo, yo…
It’s Luigi on the block, man, always in a mood…
But the crew got somethin’ to say.

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(Verse 1)

They call him John Foreman, boss name Luigi,
Mad for no reason, stormin’ like a squeegee.
Sun beatin’ down, we sweatin’ where we stood,
No shade, no break, shoutout Evan Hood.

Orders on repeat, like a glitchin’ cassette,
Talkin’ real loud but no respect.
Every job’s fire, every task misunderstood,
But he’s out there flexin’, actin’ like he good.

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(Chorus)

Luigi, Luigi, always blowin’ steam,
Treatin’ work like a nightmare, killin’ off the dream.
No popsicles, bro, in the heat of July,
Just Bucket Head love starin’ deep in his eye.

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(Verse 2)

He paces like a dragon, smoke in his brain,
Crew look around like, “man, he insane.”
Shoutin’ at the squad while the sun runs hot,
We beggin’ for a freeze pop — nah, he forgot.

Yeah, the legend say he crushin’ on Bucket Head,
While the job site cookin’ like a grill instead.
Hard hat love story, but the plot’s no good,
Except the real MVP, that’s young Evan Hood.

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(Chorus)

Luigi, Luigi, temper never cool,
Drippin’ sweat in the yard, man, he breakin’ every rule.
We work, we grind, though he treat us like wood,
At the end of the shift, salute Evan Hood.

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(Bridge – hype)

No ice, no shade, no snacks, no mercy,
Just barkin’ out commands like a rap controversy.
Boss of the chaos, king of the rude,
But the crew spit truth while we drop this groove.

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(Outro)

So here’s to Luigi, the boss we endure,
Angry for nothin’, yeah, that’s for sure.
Bucket Head love, in the sun he stood,
But the future look bright — it’s with Evan Hood.

Gritty Hip-Hop Beat with Old-School Vinyl Scratches and Funky Bass, rap