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Def Squad Def Squad Presents Erick Onasi Hostility 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 [redman] 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 dalmations I'm not a hog i'm a big dog wit big balls Lock it down like pit jaws to crenshaw 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" [erick onassis] E dog the mic demolitioner The black superhero def squad's the clique, we rock shit Cuz 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, ya 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 aint 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 goodfella 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 [keith murray] 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 hoo! Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital |
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