Eric B. - d**h Wish lyrics

("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x) You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate Run for your life when I'm starting s**ers are getting turned to missing motherf**ers on a milk carton Danger, when I rearrange and change a face, ace You're being replaced by a stranger I injure, and escape like a ninja You got struck by a f**ing revenger A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got Murdered, nobody seen sh**, nobody heard it f** around, the price is more than McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday Put your a** in my path and I'm a blast it Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a Finger on trigger, when I pull it, a bullet flys in G's a madman, came from the Badlands Crush n***as in my bare hands like beer cans Leaving a gash like the New York Slasher Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher You got a problem, I'm a problem solver Solve more problems with a .357 revolver Come near you pay dearly And I can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly On a sole role, the golden mic holder And I flatten your a** just like a steam roller Pity for n***as I waste Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace I got your a** on target You got beef? You better save it for the motherf**ing meat market Rhymes choke you like a headlock If a s**er's asleep, I turn his sh** into Bedrock Come on son, get done in n***as are running like the redcoats is coming I enlist punk n***as that want some of this And what's left is the breath of a d**h wish ("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x) A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster And for a hobby I'm hitting n***as up like a mobster I got a story for each little poor territory The ghetto glory in all categories The d**h threats I received from the head vests I'm riffing, the s**ers stiffen up like a dead pet The troop that stoops to brutality Giving all nationalities a taste of reality Kool G Rap is here to draw And any s**er that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue All victims unidentified, so check it You gotta see if it was the s**er from the dental record What I use to torture liars: Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers So you thought you could last? Go and get a green thumb because your a** is gra** Eric B. is the undertaker His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker Quiet type, but I won't have it Cause when I swing with the boys I get noisy like traffic So if you know what I know, see what I see G Rap is down with a mafioso posse And I'm quick to go stick other s**ers With a smile just like a sick motherf**er A bullet inside the s**er's guts and Hit bu*t and his nuts, we throw him in the Hudson This is for all the non-believers They receive a gash in their a** from a meat cleaver Don't even try to get fast You know the time because I'm 5 seconds off your a** A nightmare leaving you s**ers breathless You stepping to Kool G Rap, then that's a d**h wish ("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)