Hezza-T - I'm On It lyrics

Hezza is a monster, a real one no lochness I run my city b**h your just a fitness test A cheater chasing money, guess the stress has got me obsessed With the money in my pocket, that demon which has me possed Beast in a booth no melody or tune I make girls wet, so why have I bought lube To crude to be called rude, I came with a warning Never cover my sh**, only protection is abortion Dieing for this job, I'll work untill I die Dieing for this sh**, surviving to supply Music for the soul, by soul I mean forplay Forplay for my b**h which will make her say okay I get her in the mood then get her in a mood I'm way to smooth to be consider rude Smack a b**h up, mother f**er you better take that back You f** a s*ut rough, and smash her doors in from the back Guess that's a rap, so cut the slack you f**ing spack You better be stacked or otherwise your just lies Never f** guys, the h*mo lines are just to rhyme I cut all ties, the fashion crimes for hipster guys My sh**s unfathomable, your girls unf**able I f** a girl so hard I swear she ended up in hopsital Flows out of this world, my words are orbital Flows so ill after swallowing some who*es spittle Money in the bank, money in my wallet Girls in here tonight guess I am on it I'm on it yea yea in on it If you've got it motherf**er it's Pointless not to flaunt it Yea I'm on it yea yea I'm on it Flaunting it mother f**er because every one else want it I got it, I own it, a girl you have blown it Cos I got it b**h and that's why I'm on it I'm on it Ohhhh I'm on it ohhhh Yea don't test me bro I'm got it so I'm on it Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh Try me Some freestyle sh** Like an 8 mile skit Here my lyrics you spaz out like an epileptic fit Don't misinterpret, when you've heard it 3 minuets is worth it, when you about to listen to an intricate wordsmith Blowing brains leave them in bits Making hits like weed head rolling splifs Now obviously that's my opinion Owned on this beat like its my dominion You fall prey to it now your my minion My parents could have won the lottery but I'm the one in a billion Yes I'm a winning ticket In know it's my time but still give me a minuet Flow is the slickest it's practically liquid Need a paediatrician because I am a sick kid, with b**hes in my crib My mottos fia fya, f** it all and f** you all Do that till I retire, at the age of 24 Don't do d**, can face my reality Try and f** me up, dude that's beastiality I'm an animal, raged because I've been caged Truly off the top, not crazed and blazed for days Ill be sinning and pinning these women in lining Grinning because I'm sticking my dick in Girls want to work stuff out Suppose s** is very slimming It's sounds like I'm winning but this is only the begining Battle like a waiter, I serve you with all the trimmings Play this song so loud that your ears start ringing So what you gonna do, I can do this all day man I might be vegetarian but I can go f**ing ham, god damn