Versuri 7l & Esoteric - Warning
[Esoteric talking]
You motherfuckers
This is some murderous shit right here
It-s the E-S, 7L on the track
Potent somethin- through ya bean hat
Don-t try to pigeon hold me baby
You know the deal
About to black out on these motherfuckers
It-s like this, hey yo
[Verse 1]
We don-t pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
We ain-t the type of cats that you wanna fuck around with
Straight up, like a jump ball
you make my skin crawl, like a snake
I hold my weight, like Triple H, the cerebral assassin
I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
Cash and girls are what motivates me
A small rapper like yaself is needin- safety
I don-t claim to be a thug
But that would mean a slug
For any faggo that-s givin- or receivin- love
I keep a glove in my right hand
So when I murder wid the mic
they won-t trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
You-re in the fryin- pan
I-m a violent man watchin- silence of the lambs
Ready to go out, and slap the jaws off ya mouth
I-m not the one to diss
I-m fearless like Walken in the deer hunter is
No doubt
[Hook]
You thug it out, we cut it out
You fuck around we gon- slug it out, club it out
You playin- games we gon- shut you out
So now you know what we about
Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt
[Talking]
Y-all motherfuckers is actin- real fake right
Ya man-s man ain-t even that man
You ain-t livin- that life
You ain-t ready for that man, fall back
[Verse 2]
Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
Can-t fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
Handover the mic ya plan-s over tonight
Ain-t nobody flowin- as tight in y-all click
I-m to sick, to eat a dick
Ya can-t get wid the words that I spit
I rip, can-t stand none of this fake shit
This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury
While I-m spendin- cash on Fifth Ave you get stabbed, not a clue
Or the slightest inklin- of who you talkin- to
I slaughter you, my crew hit-s you on the face off
First of all shake the hate off
Claimin- that you paid when it-s my plate that you ate off
The truth is you can-t afford to take a day off
You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
My dick you need to stay off
If punch lines were punch clocks you-d be laïd off
Hook x2
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