March of the Villains (feat. Sick Six)

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