Erick Sermon - Hostility lyrics

Yo, yo, yo... Ow! Motherf**er, sneakin in your backyard?? Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha What you know about it, what you know about it (Redman) Yo, why you buggin? I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear Put it to my dick so you hear me comin I.C.U. critical, up on a stretcher The 45 undresser, put on the pressure You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up You dealin then shuffle the deck up f** the IRS, I'm the NRS n***a Revenue Service, talico inserter Murder, a six letter word to convert a Beef you better off flippin beef at Fat Burger Yo Keith, pull out the burner (he won't move any further) Yeah, tannin your body more than white boy surfers I carry tools like Sears Surplus So when I spit you catch heart murmurs Word, you sweeter than cupcakes I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight Each generation, rules the nation Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls Lock it down like pit jaws to Crenshaw Then y'all be like He's jiggy like fat b**hes wit cellulite Chicken might dine like cops First of the month these thugs Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug I beat p**y down when I'm smokin the la b**hes leave the room screamin "Oh na na Oh na na" (Erick Ona**is) E dog the mic demolitioner The black superhero Def Squad's the clique, we rock sh** Cuz we flossiest No thug cats show us often this We the boss in this Why think of double crossin this Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who I be I'll catch you eye then, ya heard I live the life that's quite chill On the hill wit a gla** of water and 20 mil Believe you me, E I got a fresh flow I keep it blazed like dat fo' sho' Some cats are sheisty, so I pack toast My name aint Next and, y'all Too Close The rap emperor, scorchin hot Be the temperature, let's see, think I'm funny I make you laugh goodfella I smack you down in front of your fans Then watch the show, in the stands, n***a Don't f** around that's what I mean yo Def Squad comin through again, El Nino (Keith Murray) And why should we listen to you, anyway You's a s**er MC wit a s**er DJ I hit you with the all in the hammer co*ks**er, n***as in DC say bammer Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge Make a hardcore n***a cry when I k** all his friends And force destruction wit my coalition Bang a n***a in the chest for frontin when he should be listenin I comes through too true Like a half pit, half man, HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO! Shut the f** up, f** you part two I k** a rock and put a brick in the hospital