[U-God] Yo, Yo Yo Yo Y'all know me, I got the sick talk Other MCs is phony, they just a rip-off Boulders on my shoulders daily, gotta chip on Hand on my steel for real, get my grip on Exercise daily baby, get my dip on Big bone niggas see me, on the flip phone Hydro home grown stoned in my slip ons Write hood songs with them heavyweight bosses Honey with the hips put her lips on my sausage Paint a portrait, then I pray at the alter Then I shake the ground, I'mma pound your recorder Every time I slaughter, bring back the coast The raw un-cut, fuck the lactose I don't slack off, no, he not a rookie It's fucked up what Schwarzenegger did to Tookie Off to a slow start, look how long it took me
[Necro] Smack you in your face, knuckle you, jooks you, buck at you There's so many different ways I could snuff you, who the fuck are you? We all bleed, Flesh is soft when a sharp blade hits The sadist, Rep it, I'm decrepit like Sadie Glutz hips (Bitch) Necro cuts clits, off with scissors I fuck tits with my dick, Scorin' like Fabio Frizzi Music in gore flicks, I'm vic'in your chain Stick an ice pick in your brain, my shit is insane! The brutalest verbal murder, sever cerebrums like a sledge hammer Smash in your face, you heard it, I meant it, I mean it Demented, obscene shit invented, get ya' feet cemented in blocks And dropped over a bridge, until your spleen’s fermented Danglin' a custom Necro chain, In front of a bitch's face Hypnotized and I'm makin' her give me brain I treat bitches like the piece of shit that they are, (Yo) You'll wind up deceased bitch, If you don't pull them tits out your bra
[U-God] I know your repertoire, Psycho Logic on the disc My heart piece is poundin' , I'm mobbin' with the lynch We like Batman and Robin, we hoppin' off the bench My hand piece is throbbin' to bang 'em with the wrench I burn 'em to a crisp when I turn into the Grinch Cool down your jet, baby, wet 'em til' he's drenched If it don't make dollars, It don't make sense If it don't politic, we don't break bread The underground flava, we'll wig heads Yeah, U-God and Necro, the Eagles is screamin' Silverback gorillas, In bulletproof BMs Get the fuck outta dodge, let's blow this mausoleum
[Necro] I got a big posse of kids that'll dead you for me I earnt that shit through respect, loyalty and integrity Street royalty, Brooklyn and Staten will fuck you up Psycho Logical Wu-Tang, Necro and U-God in the cut My catalog is crills, the death funk is robust I keep my shit dirty like bums in Dunkin' Donuts Verse after verse, we don't bother with a chorus We're gonna make our millions and have your fathers workin' for us
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