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Erick Onasis
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Hostility
Lyricist:Boxley James Henry Iii, Murray Keith Omar, Noble Reggie, Ridenhour Carlton Douglas, Sadler Eric T, Sermon Erick S
Yo, yo, yo Ow, motherfucker, sneakin' in your backyard Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha What you know about it, what you know about it?
Yo, why you buggin'? I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear Put it to my dick, so you hear me comin' I C U critical, up on a stretcher The 45 undresser, put on the pressure
You need a bulletproof, overall suit to protect your neck up You dealin' then shuffle the deck up Fuck the IRS, I'm the NRS Nigga Revenue Service, Talico inserter
Murder, a six letter word to convert a Beef you better off flippin' beef at Fat Burger Yo Keith, pull out the burner (He won't move any further) Yeah, tannin' your body more than white boy surfers
I carry tools like Sears Surplus So when I spit you catch heart murmurs Word, you sweeter than cupcakes I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight
Each generation, rules the nation Rock more spots than a Hundred One Dalmatians I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls Lock it down like pit jaws to Crane Shaw
Then y'all be like, he's jiggy like fat bitches wit cellulite Chicken might dine like cops, first of the month these thugs Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug I beat pussy down when I'm smokin' the la Bitches leave the room screamin', 'Oh na na, oh na na'
E dog the mic demolitioner Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The black superhero Def Squad's the clique We rock shit 'cos we flossiest No thug cats show us often this, we the boss in this Why think of double crossin' this
Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who I be I'll catch you eye then, you heard I live the life that's quite chill On the hill wit a glass of water and 20 mil
Believe you me, E I got a fresh flow I keep it blazed like dat fo' sho' Some cats are sheisty, so I pack toast My name ain't Next and y'all too close
The rap emperor, scorchin' hot Be the temperature, let's see, think I'm funny I make you laugh good fella I smack you down in front of your fans
Then watch the show, in the stands, nigga Don't fuck around that's what I mean, yo Def Squad comin' through again, El Nino
And why should we listen to you anyway? You's a sucker MC wit a sucker DJ I hit you with the all in the hammer Cocksucker, niggas in DC say bammer
Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge Make a hardcore nigga cry when I kill all his friends And force destruction wit my coalition Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin' when he should be listenin'
I comes through too true Like a half pit, half man, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital
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