Necro - Street Veteran lyrics

(Mr. Hyde) Watch me ignite this sh**, like a fiend's pipe hit Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split n***az turn into dashers at the sight of my blaster You might be type quick but so my bullets run faster Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya knot Try to plug up the holes, the blood is gushing alot Put on my bra** knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food Jaggin a magazine, yeah I'll be done with it quick Watch me empty out clips like a son of a b**h No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten since birth Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm plottin a hurt I'm huntin for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her And if I'm mad ripped I got the louisville slugger Ken Griffey swing wit the knacks atcha face Litter pieces of ya skull all over the place Attack a chick, maccurate, never miss the target Open up ya mouth so I use my fist to clog it Dead a for real, you betta get ya shield Cause when I get ready to peal,sh** you'll be wet as a seal Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin wit worse thugs Prone to burse slugs, it's on the first bug (Necro) We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel pipes Leave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite You dick s**in who*e, b**h you ain't Chuck Norris Bullets travel through skulls like f**in explorers Evil like the auras and correners, holding for an object Due process to cut ya screen like sub marine destroyers Punches to ya head in bunches Your goin down like munchkins doin lunges Rippin through stomach muscles like crunches Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like sponges Coughin up a lung of blood cells All you super guys will get pulverized When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper disguise Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries Boxing like romans in ancient greeks, in the middle ladys creets For a spiked glove youll get dangerously beat f** breaking through floor boards, wit war lords And maintain jail, hard like chain mail, and broad swords (Chorus: repeat 2X) Street veteran, we crack ya head you need excederin Aint no fear here Wit man steps we shreddin none Veteran, ya gear we reddinin When the glocks pump, you drop so hard you crack the cetament (Mr. Hyde) A flourish shot, to shank you like a ceratops Leave you wet like when the bottle of sherry pops in ya grill Its phat like little babies licking co*k You disgust me, like old ladies wit chicken pocks Evil writes, if the b**h steps outta line I'll have to fight her Nail the female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider Wish master, pulling out my b**h blaster Your dead and I'm breathin cause I empty clips faster Thugin it out, my click is obnoxious We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pockets Flesh text I wreck, right through your favorite rex Peirce flesh ya bone as words bless ya dome I'm dip, if a teets then steal combat boots In for a fun toot, then cold starve that loose Cold mersiless, hookers flirt wit this Nine inch co*k I pack just to hurt you b**h And f** gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya back Its hyde hollowtips verse ya'll blanks and caps All lucky kids that fought me already know Cause I left her body stinking like courtneys sweaty hole You steppin ta us without a weapon ta bust We'll jack you outcha rangerover, make you trek in the bus (Necro) You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it We using fistacuffs and pistol snuffs To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister tough You'll remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant Like eating the brain of pheasant Destroy you like crack c**aine resin Like a trauma abortion Bring it to you like armored horseman Smashing you like the arms of four men This is benly drama endorsment A supporter of gore enforcement co*k, brain splattered on floor cement Seeing cattle k**ed is similair to men dying On euorpean battle fields, sh** is that real, I'm not lying You might be missing, by tradition we try to fight a fishin Were like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism Holmes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit bone Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't make a voice Enter the prize ring know as the streets A survive thing if you're weak and we known as cadaver or meat (Chorus)