Betta Off Dead (исполнитель: Onyx)
Onyxxx....... #They tried to poison the fetus #We gonna check it out like this #All [bad word] The high exalted Yo My mother f**king name is fredro starr You know what I'm saying? I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther f**king greasiest And my mother f**king [bad word] sticky the f**king fingaz You know what I'm saying? Yo sonee Step to your mother f**king business [bad word] ..word up Verse 1: I'm not the type to be flabbergasted But all my doubters mastered It ain't a matter [bad word] [bad word] my hazard Niggaz get blasted Soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order Who want it? We got what your looking for F**k you gonna do now, money Cause this the sonee Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister I get downright deprived on them niggaz We rob z's Gimme all these, y'all niggaz Puss! Whats the matter? [bad word] [bad word] you better rise And assult and catapult Like a bullet I shot [bad word] The figure hurter Word to murder Rippin the master Will make you back up from them further Hold up the press [bad word] the mess Worship the best Or die like the rest You have the right to remain violent Aaauuuggghh Anything you say can and will be use against you to kill! I'm a tyrant Strinking like a viking knight in shining armor Jumping for the sauna The rough rhymer Suicidal like nirvana The end of your world is just beginning Theres no winning in my inning The dead things cannot effect the living So I trip into the winds Of the ghetto bad weather I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on Never talk to a stranger Everybodys in grave danger Me and my people just shot ya anger! F**k dat...ya better off dead! Considered less than a god, but more than a man I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian With my mental powers and my sixth sense That can raise a dead crowd into a live audience (so get the f**k out the way) Ooh, and get your [bad word] cut Cause if you go to jail they probably make a [bad word] out ya butt (no doubt) Heres the clip witches know it's a black stone Its a matter that shatter your track bone Score to get to life I'm concise Niggaz get done up precise Cut up fine And f**ked up real nice We made up mean jamaica And die like the lakers Faking jack was mackin backwards With the front in black got tactics Straight from the desert-(queens) Where niggaz is desperate So I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit (get a life) F**k dat ya betta off dead! (get a life) F**k dat ya betta off dead! Verse 3: Cover me, I'm going in Move em in take em out The time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle Its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to [bad word] No one tell is what you punk niggaz yell Like-wah wah! Thats the sound of your [bad word] [bad word] hurtin Black start attackin back-i'm still hurtin [bad word] [bad word] on well... So all let up on the fact That I'm a [bad word] that can just beat your mother f**king [bad word] To hurt your feelings Cause your [bad word] is trash Too many people like me Cause they're not worthy [bad word] my coalition Its a demolition derby Through all that spit you talk And make the mic smell like saliva Yuck! you need to retire Resign I'm ahead of my time In my prime One of a kind And out of my mind! And ain't nothin in this