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Текст песни Necro f Mr. Hyde - Street Veteran

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[Mr. Hyde]Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend`s pipe hitYo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous splitNiggaz turn into dashers at the sight of my blasterYou might be type quick but so my bullets run fasterBustin off shots, got you clutching ya knotTry to plug up the holes, the blood is gushing alotPut on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or twoNow I`m sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget foodJaggin a magazine, yeah I`ll be done with it quickWatch me empty out clips like a son of a bitchNo remorse in my heart, I`ve been rotten since birthMake sure I finish the job, kids I`m plottin a hurtI`m huntin for a skirt, if she`s beautiful, drug herAnd if I`m mad ripped I got the louisville sluggerKen Griffey swing wit the knacks atcha faceLitter pieces of ya skull all over the placeAttack a chick, maccurate, never miss the targetOpen up ya mouth so I use my fist to clog itDead a for real, you betta get ya shieldCause when I get ready to peal,shit you`ll be wet as a sealYour fleet might be deep, but I`m rollin wit worse thugsProne to burse slugs, it`s on the first bug[Necro]We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel pipesLeave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spiteYou dick suckin whore, bitch you ain`t Chuck NorrisBullets travel through skulls like fuckin explorersEvil like the auras and correners, holding for an objectDue process to cut ya screen like sub marine destroyersPunches to ya head in bunchesYour goin down like munchkins doin lungesRippin through stomach muscles like crunchesLike metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like spongesCoughin up a lung of blood cellsAll you super guys will get pulverizedWhen we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper disguiseLike having your pupil stomped by a storm trooperBrutal demise, repeated pain like I`m loopin up criesBoxing like romans in ancient greeks, in the middle ladys creetsFor a spiked glove youll get dangerously beatFuck breaking through floor boards, wit war lordsAnd maintain jail, hard like chain mail, and broad swords[Chorus: repeat 2X]Street veteran, we crack ya head you need excederinAint no fear hereWit man steps we shreddin noneVeteran, ya gear we reddininWhen the glocks pump, you drop so hard you crack the cetament[Mr. Hyde]A flourish shot, to shank you like a ceratopsLeave you wet like when the bottle of sherry pops in ya grillIts phat like little babies licking cockYou disgust me, like old ladies wit chicken pocksEvil writes, if the bitch steps outta line I`ll have to fight herNail the female, I`ll drink ya blood like apple ciderWish master, pulling out my bitch blasterYour dead and I`m breathin cause I empty clips fasterThugin it out, my click is obnoxiousWe`ll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pocketsFlesh text I wreck, right through your favorite rexPeirce flesh ya bone as words bless ya domeI`m dip, if a teets then steal combat bootsIn for a fun toot, then cold starve that looseCold mersiless, hookers flirt wit thisNine inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitchAnd fuck gangsta rap cause I`ll shank ya backIts hyde hollowtips verse ya`ll blanks and capsAll lucky kids that fought me already knowCause I left her body stinking like courtneys sweaty holeYou steppin ta us without a weapon ta bustWe`ll jack you outcha rangerover, make you trek in the bus[Necro]You`ll have your head handed to you, end up a dead banditSlayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand itWe using fistacuffs and pistol snuffsTo call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister toughYou`ll remain a peasant, pain is unpleasantLike eating the brain of pheasantDestroy you like crack cocaine resinLike a trauma abortionBring it to you like armored horsemanSmashing you like the arms of four menThis is benly drama endorsmentA supporter of gore enforcementCock, brain splattered on floor cementSeeing cattle killed is similair to men dyingOn euorpean battle fields, shit is that real, I`m not lyingYou might be missing, by tradition we try to fight a fishinWere like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prismHolmes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit boneBreaking force in ya trachea till you can`t make a voiceEnter the prize ring know as the streetsA survive thing if you`re weak and we known as cadaver or meat[Chorus]

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