The Doppelgangaz - Get ’Em lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - Get ’Em lyrics]
Halt, who goes there?
Oh, it's you go right ahead
Hold it, hold it, where are you go-
Oh, I'm sorry, I, I didn't recognize you sir
Hey, no one is admitted beyond-
Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you
It's hot as fuck in here
You know what I'm saying? Air the crotch out
Yo, during the course of the last fiscal year
Minimal wealth was earned
And dismal tears were shed
For critical health concerns of your man
Most of 'em by his own merit
Malnourishment made a nigga have to
Fry his own ferret for the protein
He seems so placid
It's cause his diet's lacking
Essential amino acids
Plus the niacin is missing, B
Matta Ov Fact suffering from
Every vitamin deficiency
His ailments make him twitch in threes
Sewing up all his own cuts
So he don't have to pay the stitching fee
Some hail dents on his bitching V
Ayo, it's Matt the frail gent
Passing stones through his itching pee
Still touring with that midget E
In Albuquerque and 'em
Vision murky from the venom
Blessed crowds in the crusty light
Black pair of denim then he shed 'em
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
(Pull your microphone foreskin back
And let off)
Dirty prostitutes, popping poots
And simultaneously dropping deuce
Who knocking boots in cahoots
With the prophet youths
Raid the brothel with your sack of schillings
Doppel hobble like a pack of villains
Smoking crack from out the back of buildings
Plus a knack for gilding
A rather strange name change to Maximillion
Antiques full of patinas this man reeks
Plus a rap sheet deep, full of subpoenas
Deceitful and demeanor, a creep
Have you seen a mystique creature in
The heap whose feet have edema?
His joints have widened to oblivion
My bro siding, viewer riding on a symbiote
Of Libyan descent, scheckels spent
Get privy to divying up lesser for your rent
Indebt 'em
For Huffy's on bike racks, he spend 'em
Was twice jacked
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em" (Behead 'em)
Oh, it's you go right ahead
Hold it, hold it, where are you go-
Oh, I'm sorry, I, I didn't recognize you sir
Hey, no one is admitted beyond-
Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you
It's hot as fuck in here
You know what I'm saying? Air the crotch out
Yo, during the course of the last fiscal year
Minimal wealth was earned
And dismal tears were shed
For critical health concerns of your man
Most of 'em by his own merit
Malnourishment made a nigga have to
Fry his own ferret for the protein
He seems so placid
It's cause his diet's lacking
Essential amino acids
Plus the niacin is missing, B
Matta Ov Fact suffering from
Every vitamin deficiency
His ailments make him twitch in threes
Sewing up all his own cuts
So he don't have to pay the stitching fee
Some hail dents on his bitching V
Ayo, it's Matt the frail gent
Passing stones through his itching pee
Still touring with that midget E
In Albuquerque and 'em
Vision murky from the venom
Blessed crowds in the crusty light
Black pair of denim then he shed 'em
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
(Pull your microphone foreskin back
And let off)
Dirty prostitutes, popping poots
And simultaneously dropping deuce
Who knocking boots in cahoots
With the prophet youths
Raid the brothel with your sack of schillings
Doppel hobble like a pack of villains
Smoking crack from out the back of buildings
Plus a knack for gilding
A rather strange name change to Maximillion
Antiques full of patinas this man reeks
Plus a rap sheet deep, full of subpoenas
Deceitful and demeanor, a creep
Have you seen a mystique creature in
The heap whose feet have edema?
His joints have widened to oblivion
My bro siding, viewer riding on a symbiote
Of Libyan descent, scheckels spent
Get privy to divying up lesser for your rent
Indebt 'em
For Huffy's on bike racks, he spend 'em
Was twice jacked
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em"
"I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em"
"Get 'Em" (Behead 'em)