Yeah, the MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin' House, you know what I'm sayin'? The Compton maniac, here to break your ass Something off real proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn Suckers, I go for broke so don't 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, don't start, you'll get got And at the end of the trail is what's left Is a sucker motherfucker 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 takin' money to the bank And it's the MC Eiht on your shit list Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def wish I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun You start shooting, then you are dead Phase two, it's the brother who be taxin' Runnin' 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 stickin' All that pay back shit is in effect 'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check So if your bitin' 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 Bitin' 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 [Incomprehensible] right on time I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun You start shooting [Incomprehensible], then you are dead Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get with this I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist No mistakes I make, so don't fake You's as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake Don't try to bargain with the maniac maestro 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 talkin' that junk Feel like handlin' 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, there's your def wish Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? MC Eiht steppin' to the motherfuckin' 91 My DJ mike T's in the motherfuckin' house Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown, yeah Right on time, I'll make you famous, then you are dead © BRIGHT LIGHT MUSIC INC; GRANDMA'S HANDS MUSIC; MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com