Hit 'Em Up - Da Bush Babees

All hail the chaos

I can crush a man with my bare hands

First up to creep up so check out the bad man

(Ooh child)

When I get wild ya get done

Yo I don’t talk bull but like John I’ll pack son/Paxson

Straight from the motormouth, yo watch me wreck it

Sometimes I repeat myself like a broken record

Like a broken (what?)

Like a broken (what?)

Like a broken (what?)

So check it, got your girl tied up butt naked

Let it hit ya

While I quote the scripture (oh my God)

It ain’t hard, tell 'em what you say (bloodclot!)

Well it’s better, top biller, Ledzilla

Rap dealer like Dominos I deliver

Something, that’ll make you run and call the cops

Yo Sin up to flex knock a man out the box

Simply the boot knocking, rocking niggas nasty

Hell is the barbarian, brother I scratch the plastic

Corny MC’s, punk ass niggas who acting ill, chill I…

Murder and kill and murder and kill

Need a tough neck meaning rough neck to put it simple

I’m down to flex, I give a Shirley to the Temple

Eeeh, eeh, ehh em so check it as I clear my phlegm

Punks and chumps don’t like me and me no like them

The bad man, and rugged ripping flows

Snotty attitude kid I gotta blow my nose

Liver than a socket, can I rock it?

Kick it, like ring a ding ding, whitey grab hold and come wicked

Shoot 'em up die, shoot 'em up pull the trigger

Shoot 'em up die, shoot 'em up pull the trigger

Shoot 'em up die, shoot 'em up pull the trigger

Yo I’m the hands that rocked the cradle bring the finger that pulled the trigger

I was cursed at birth, pistol whipped by the nurse

I pop a punk bringing the funk chump, I even pop a Cert too

Trapped a sucker punk, yo sort of a bad motherfucker blood sucker

Son mud slinger

By the nub of my nine, nigga pucker

Mentally deranged sledge, criminally insane friends

Dude I cut your wrist with the end

I’m gonna slurp the blood outta your girlfriend

Punk/chump, put you in a comma

My blood thirst is worse I need to pick up a blood donor

Then I out

Boom bye bye bye bye in my hydraulic hearse

This is curfew time Mr. Man go berserk

Once again

I said I’m operational

The ill malfunctional, multi stational

Reverb victorious

Lyrically scandalistical

So heat up the grill for real verbalistical

Analistical, no critical individual

Rowdy, sarcastical, dread is bombastical

Funk-aphonic

A brother who technological

Annualically pass so add my name to the chronicle

Bionically ridiculous

Nervous reactional

Trackunally annical

Frantic when I’m acting ill

Open up your door before I come down your chimney with an ice pick

And beat off your toe with my vice grip

A biter’s in the corduroy, cat in the sandbox

Now it’s over cause that’s how it is when Mr. Man rocks