March of the Villains (feat. Sick Six)

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Terrence Wood and Dumhi

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Yo, what I write is some shit they gonna eat up
Haj in the basement choppin' a breakbeat up
Bul should of known better talkin' that tough shit
Now your hard image too hard to keep up with
Probably wanna hug a sensitive thug
Clenched up, end up drenched up in blood
Spit shit that'll pistol whip dent up your mug
Have your chick hate my guts then we end up in love
It start off soft in a intimate setting
When I'm done it look more like a internet beheading
I be the black sheep that's far from the flock
Be the Chi Ali fresh out the bing on your block
Walk like I'm floating emperor in new clothing
Cats either too new for me or too olden
Me I'm from the golden era of fly spittas
Old enough to know better, young enough to fry niggas
I tried to tell your dumb ass a long time ago
Tell ya daddy, I'ma go let ya mama know
You done messed up now you learn the hard way
You tired yet homie? we can do this shit all day
Tired yet? we can do this shit all day
Wanna rap? we can do this shit all day
Wanna scrap homie? we can do this shit all day
Get dumb high? yeah meet us in the hallway
See I knew when I first slipped in
When I seen them shiny Buick's sittin' on them big rims
Park Ave, Bonneville, Grand Marquis
Looking like your borrowed your grandpa's keys
Know how to spot a Philly cat when I see'em
Been around the world seen Asians and Europeans
My African homie from Djibouti said your booty
Your groups unruly and your loops all fruity
Can't argue with that, that's what I told the kid
Tat on your neck, so much for the corporate gig
Damn that shit wack, I don't even sorta dig
Man where you live at? cause poppin' that over here
Will get you fucked up, oh you thuggin' for real
Come out back bet it sounds like we're clubbing a seal
This a Dumhi show, when we open for fools
They don't need a soundcheck just a rope and a stool
I tried to tell your dumb ass a long time ago
Tell ya daddy, I'ma go let ya mama know
You done messed up now you learn the hard way
You tired yet homie? we can do this shit all day
Tired yet? we can do this shit all day
Wanna rap? we can do this shit all day
Wanna scrap homie? we can do this shit all day
Get dumb high? yeah meet us in the hallway
I'm bout to show you, the Sick Side of things
You lose, it's a fixed lottery, you ooze, it's a hit artery
A movement, Krush Unit, Side and Me, I rape beats, sodomy
I violently attack tracks silently, provide the streets, inside of me is hungry
I gotta eat ya, Dumhi with features, if I don't reach us, God will teach us
Lot of leeches latch on and ride your blood streams
It kinda frustrates me, I'm tired of twerps Tweetin' me for certain purposes
It starts irking me, it's like a circus I'm starting to take it personal
The first person I see will get the worst of it
Killing a verse I rode around a track and in a hearse
Driving round in circles near Temple University
Cursing at cops, uncertain if I stop, yeah
I tried to tell your dumb ass a long time ago
Tell ya daddy, I'ma go let ya mama know
You done messed up now you learn the hard way
You tired yet homie? we can do this shit all day
Tired yet? we can do this shit all day
Wanna rap? we can do this shit all day
Wanna scrap homie? we can do this shit all day
Get dumb high? yeah meet us in the hallway

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