Mc Eiht - Def Wish lyrics

Geah. The MC Eiht's in the mutherf**in house y'knowutumsayin? The Compton maniac Here to break your a** something off real proper, y'knowutumsayin? Damn! s**ers, I go for broke so dont choke on the smoke Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic So enough with that punk sh** With your f**ed up lyrics you can't shoot the gift Like it should be shot Gots no hearts, punk a** marks, dont start you'll get got And at the end of the trail is whats left Is a s**er mutherf**er who done simped to d**h So if ya got static go and gather up your army You'll be a short a** punk trying to harm me I bet you sorry MC's never seen this A s**er punk hung up by his penis So watch out for a s**er on the gank Cause while Compton's Lynchin, I'm taking money to the bank And its the MC Eiht on your sh** list Commence to k**ing you off you gots your def wish [I'll make you famous...] [Now when I go for my gun...you can start shooting] Phase 2, Its the brother who be taxing Running over punks like my brother Bo Jackson As your card's on freeze frame your chicken It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep sticking All that pay back sh** is in effect Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your a**, check So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you'll pay As you commence to say em you'll get tooth decay So give up to the Compton psycho Biting me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick Not a funny man, but still I gives surprises Lyrics are deadly plagues, the d**h toll rises So now your sh** outta luck with your rhyme scheme And now I hunt your punk a** in your bad dreams Another victory on my list One more punk a** fool with a def wish Chorus Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist No mistakes I make, so don't fake Yous as sorry as f**, so jump your a** out a cake Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta show The Capital E, The Capital I, the Capital H The Capital T, down MC Mike T is the partner down with me s**ers got static, here goes the G-A-T So take a step up and play for the rhythm ]From Compton boy, and this is what I give em A blast from the gat just for talking that junk Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways And don't be no hero like in the western days At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me Grab your davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi And after all that, you'll still be R.I.P If you f** with me...Fool theres your def wish Geah, y'knowutumsayin? MC Eiht stepping to the mutherf**in 91 My DJ mike T's in the mutherf**in house Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown. Geeeaaah