Def Wish - CMW - Compton's Most Wanted

Geah.

The MC Eiht’s in the mutherfuckin house y’knowutumsayin?

The Compton maniac

Here to break your ass something off real proper, y’knowutumsayin?

Damn!

Suckers, I go for broke so dont choke on the smoke

Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic

So enough with that punk shit

With your fucked up lyrics you can’t shoot the gift

Like it should be shot

Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, dont start you’ll get got

And at the end of the trail is whats left

Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death

So if ya got static go and gather up your army

You’ll be a short ass punk trying to harm me

I bet you sorry MC’s never seen this

A sucker punk hung up by his penis

So watch out for a sucker on the gank

Cause while Compton’s Lynchin, I’m taking money to the bank

And its the MC Eiht on your shit list

Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish

Phase 2, Its the brother who be taxing

Running over punks like my brother Bo Jackson

As your card’s on freeze frame your chicken

It’s the Eiht double M and I’ll keep sticking

All that pay back shit is in effect

Cause I’m the type a brother who’ll blast your ass, check

So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you’ll pay

As you commence to say em you’ll get tooth decay

So give up to the Compton psycho

Biting me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick

Not a funny man, but still I gives surprises

Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises

So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme

And now I hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams

Another victory on my list

One more punk ass fool with a def wish

Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this

I’ll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist

No mistakes I make, so don’t fake

Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake

Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro

On the stage I’m in a rage with a gangsta show

The Capital E, The Capital I, the Capital H

The Capital T, down MC

Mike T is the partner down with me

Suckers got static, here goes the G-A-T

So take a step up and play for the rhythm

]From Compton boy, and this is what I give em

A blast from the gat just for talking that junk

Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways

And don’t be no hero like in the western days

At sundown, you’ll press your luck and try to shoot me

Grab your davey Crocket, I’ll grab my gangsta Uzi

And after all that, you’ll still be R.I.P

If you fuck with me… Fool theres your def wish

Geah, y’knowutumsayin?

MC Eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91

My DJ mike T’s in the mutherfuckin house

Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown.

Geeeaaah