Fredro Starr - Punkmotherfukaz lyrics

Chorus: Punk mother f**ers, punk punk mother f**ers Punk mother f**ers, punk punk mother f**ers Punk mother f**ers, punk punk mother f**ers Punk mother f**ers, punk mother f**ers Punk mother f**ers, punk punk mother f**ers Punk mother f**ers, punk mother f**ers Fredro: Check me out Check me out Who's the punk master? The p**y one, who is he? He ain't getting busy, I get grizzly I'ma have a field day with ya'll mother f**ers Bringing 96 degrees in December f** all ya'll I don't give a f** about none of ya'll I'm running ya'll Punk mother f**ers, I'll put the gun in ya'll So pipe down I got this mic now The sound that makes n***as wanna f** sh** up on shaky ground Spies like us rush guys like you I stomp out crews with dog sh** on my shoes Chorus Sticky Fingaz: God damn these punk a** n***as make me f**ing sick and I can't take it no more I'm getting tired of this sh** If ya'll stupid a** motherf**ers don't quit I'm a have a fit and ya'll gonna regret it Word up f** that scrub, you a piece of sh** And you pissing me off n***a, get off my dick Matter of fact, lay on the floor cause you dead meat And I know you a p**y cause you are what you eat Sweet pretty b**h n***as need to stay off the street Punk mother f**ers, punk punk mother f**ers Punk mother f**ers, punk mother f**ers Sonsee: Come on n***a, what are you dusted? Your sh** gonna get crushed, kid f** the discussions n***as just get concussions The synapses, I make them collapse with relapses I'm a hazard, perhaps it's the way that I trash sh** Your punk a** style is bullsh**, garbage, doo-doo, extra little I'm droppin the big sh** that bust your whole f**ing noodle Punk mother f**ers irk my nerves to the maximum And I'm asking them no questions, when I'm seem them, I'm bashin' them Give me that goddamn mic, you can't handle it Touch one of mine and watch the vandal get to slam you kid Slam like Hulk Hogan, when I'm Choking my trigger for a n***a who want to linger, I'm a put him through the ringer Word to mama I'm a let the joint do the honor f**in' s**ers Chorus They gonna make us f** somebody up If they keep on fronting like the way they do Sticky Fingaz: The words that I write I recite with all my might Cause if rap cause violence I'ma try to start a fight To keep all these punk a** n***as from out my sight You know cheesy a** n***as are easy to identify They never look you in the eye And they be f**in' up your high So if and when I die Don't let no fake punk a** mother f**ers come to my wake Sonsee: Well I'm back again starting sh** Punk, you want no part of it My crew beat a**, the demolitionists So to hell with all you novices I could just smack a punk in the face with a spiked glove with much love And hang ‘em, therefore they gonna get rubbed the wrong way The strong play hard That's us The ramrod Then bust puss at your squad Sticky Fingaz: Meep, Meep Ariba ariba, undalay undalay, gang way That's what dumb punk n***as used to say But take your f**ing time and hold your horses We got an army and coming through with armed forces Fredro Starr: You's a punk mother f**er and your mother's a punk b**h You gotta hit harder than that n***a, is that all you can come with? I'll beat the living sh** out this n***a Nah yo, f** that, let this n***a suffer I'll tie him up, f** his girl and handcuff her The rougher, the harder I'll whip your a** like your father Go to your room You peaches and herbs, but we disturb the peace You the mother f**er that be calling police And I'm starving, screaming on them deep “What's to eat?” The first mother f**er that go to sleep Sonsee: Ahhh, I'm sore It's this punk n***a's fault Let's bust em all down and beat them to a bloody pulp Roar Hardcore galore is what I'm for, and breaking punks jaws Let me hear yeah ya'll yeah ya'll I'm the kind to swing on ya mind A pay taker KO'in punks with verbal haymakers Connections whenever I'm plexin', ain't no question Punks prepare for some more stressin' Chorus