Non Phixion - Thug Tunin' lyrics

I crack you like a twig
You're like a faggot rocking a wig
The adopted kid, obnoxious stepchild
Your real mom is a pig
That's how I classify these dumb crabs
Bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat
But look at that, your gun jammed cunt rag
You come in handy when the pussy bleeding
But, you the pussy bleeding right now
But no you ain't dreaming
Just because we righteous doesn't
Mean we ain't scheming
How the fuck you think we
Kill devils and slay demons?
You be the type to smoke the cats
And dip their blunts in semen
We hit your wife off
Barely heard that slut screaming
PCP and marijuana had a
Dusty meeting last evening
Ohh shit, I think your mom's beeping
Word, that's her number, no doubt
Yo, I'mma break out
First I'll get some Chinese take-out
Then scope Jake out parked on the corner
But your mother still be waiting for me
But, I broke out before the story
Cause those devils never saw me

Cats locked down
Killers hang themselves with a sheet
No peace, in fact no need for being sweet
Don't even try to sleep
I'm full length, you're a snippet tape
I hate your face
Cause you're training Jakes and
Your ass in flakes
That dictates what a fag you are
Up in drag, stagger Zanzibar
Rocking tennis shorts, full of cum sports
Like Benatar fuck a fifty-four
I lace y'all with the clean and jerk
Smoke a fucking pound and watch
These cats go berserk
I terrorize whole cities
You gots to feel my work
Mexican cats with shades
Every DA we'll blaze
Then the bass pump like Flavor Flav
(YEAH BOYEE)

Federal agents, a fatal car chase
Cruising up flatlands until I hit Ralph
Caught the stench of the rotten projects
Bang a left and I'm out

So there's a back seat of a black jeep
I pack heat me and Black Pete
Down a backstreet where fiends and crack meet
Went to Fat Beats, saw this kid who had beef
Made a rap sheet, said he want to blast me
Attack me look at the floor, Duke
That's where your gat be
While your man said "Pick it up, pick it up
" like Black Sheep
This cat, I'mma kill, pass me the Mac heat
Blast him in his back-piece
Step him off with a trash beat
Fucking asshole! This kid bloodied
Up my khakis
And stop, stop fronting you bitch
You're bypassing

We be the full monty
Zoo York, like Vinnie Ponte or Noam Chomsky
Ah fuck it, like Bill Braunstein
I'm ill constantly
Kill with the velocity of T-3
Three years before the movie got out
Like Jack Ruby with the gat out
Gotta give a shout out, to Goretex
TEC-8, engineering this, steering this
It's like a Love Boat
Or William S burroughs plug boat
Smell the gunsmoke, get your thug broke
Like uncut coke
With no clientele to sell it to
Internal revenue, there's many levels to
Our train of thought we taking over airports
Get slayed for sport
Popping champagne corks like Puffy
Non Phixion, vampire slayers like Buffy