Club H Studio - Hands On Me lyrics

Abie James... Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef I'm about to stamp this guy as if he was a campfire By standers stand by as I strangle him in wires LIAR LIAR - Yo your pants are on fire May I bite your veins please? I'm a vampire! Join the dark side we'll build an empire I'm king of the jungle – keep makin a rumble Kids open your ears as big as dumbos I got ‘em all buzzing like a nest of bumble Bees coz I'm in your bonnet I'm hornet G, I', a coroner see So don't corner me, coz I'll pronounce you dead Head full of nothing but an ounce of lead Pounds of meth, about a thousand pellets Around ya chest we'll never come to grounds I guess But its best, if your six feet under the ground to rest Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef It's the A B I, euro sign J A M pound sign dollar sign 'hey' My heart is looking for an artist to sign me "I don't feel ya flow", "feel free to rewind me" Am I a rebel? Should I sell my soul to the devil? To get high in the game I'm on a whole another level Eminem said, You gotta experience pain To win the game, but why lose it all If there's nothing to gain So I'll keep going til youth bullies are ruined Coz they degraded me like decayed gum you were chewing And within me there's been brewing A storm since I was born, one morn I woke up and found a leghorn leg on my lawn It meant I had to be crueller and grueller And take these bullies out like my name was Freddy Krueger I chose the psychopath like Mike Meyers Spent a night at the fuzz for slashing bike tyres Then I evolved arose up like a ghost chopped off eight fingers And mailed ‘em to my friend Rose Back at her house "Ewe, that's gross" I'm hiding in her closet and I wait to jump her Then I yodel, duct tape her and ransom her for hundreds That's how I make my money Yo check it out for the chorus Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef I be on that hype ting, of course i'm fresh I call that ripening, my bars are so tight Like swag jeans, coz they won't fit you Coz they're way too big whoo My lyrical strength? I'm pretty hench Every time I bench press i'm pressing the bench And how do young stars flash in the pan? They don't make sense but they still make cents I've been writing for years…I don't even make pence 1, 2 Check Check I'm in the booth got the headset And i'm about to get loose with a little bit of Greygoose We can booze, you can be the lil man I be the ill man, call me a swiss knife I gotta lotta sk**s damn So you want a piece of my mind? "bite me" Sure take a megabyte I don't really mind but don't be surprised when i Kickbox your behind,I already warned you Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Don't ya don't ya put ya hands on me Don't ya don't ya know im gonna squash beef Take that rewind it back Abie James got that heat that'll hurt the wack