Hock Tu Down (Lee Scott & Reklews) - 44 Reasons lyrics

Yo, I rinse my mouth with a Guinness stout and guzzle Listerine And stand over your face stoned and piss my system clean I wanna say safe to Bill, Grubb and Mr. Mean And I only have nightmares, but I live the dream Need nicotine, empty Camel pack with a hump I get found on a k**ing spree when I act on a hunch A spliff of green, fill the room with a breath of smoke I like sleep, but f** a bed, I float My hit list, is a thousand page hardback epic novel So hide your head and grovel, before it's dragged across the tarmac In any cobbled street that we charge past In a car jacked from your Mum with you attached to the bumper [?] acts as a noose You think your [???] Morbid, a cannibal with a ravenous hunger Itchin', swingin' an axe at your back like it's lumber- Jack of all trades, a ba*tard always I roll a fat spliff alone and pa** it four ways Foes get choked with a Vise Grip, the tightest In a fun war I push bu*tons on explosive devices Beer gla** drained and dry, baby my B-boy stance is too complex for the naked eye Sheer cla**, I'm dumb ill I bust a crazy dope move stood still Simple folk who find humor in blood spill I shake your hand with a slit wrist as a suicidal gesture of good will Mind-state stuck on crush, k**, destroy Quit smokin' and use various pharmaceuticals to fill the void Cursed with a temper, cause I'm still annoyed over sh** I barely remember And now I, find k**ing comical Decapitate a big-headed emcee, and make a bike helmet with their polished skull Christ felt it, when I threw a fist in the air for pro-abortion Plus I'm cold, supportin' global warmin' I punch your preschool crew to shame Take a punch to the face and spit a loose tooth through ya brain Drink myself silly-stupid, swallow my grill and puke it Yellin' I didn't do it, even if the shoe fits Hit the booze until I will Then wake up and eat my cereal with vodka and Kaluha in my milk Swiftly movin' onto a full buddha breakfast A human keg, you'd be correct to a**ume I'm legless The freshest terrorist, I soap bomb your village Tell 'em it's that Mr. Wrong, type colon The Illest There's 44 reasons why I'm cla** And I only write raps to help the time pa** Don't leave alone with your medicine Mr. Wrong, Reklews, Prozium Peddlin 44 reasons why I'm cla** And I only write raps to help the time pa** So, Don't leave alone with your medicine Mr. Wrong, Reklews, Prozium Peddlin