Non Phixion - Thug Tunin' lyrics

:It's just another one of those --NON PHIXION -- jams, you know what I'm sayin'?: :And it goes like this...: [Hook: Ill Bill] Thug One, Thug Two (4x) [Verse 1:Ill Bill] I crack you like a twig You're like a f*ggot rocking a wig The adopted kid, obnoxious stepchild Your real mom is a pig That's how I cla**ify these dumb crabs Bunch of scumbags Quick to pull a gat But look at that, your gun jammed c*nt rag You come in handy when the p**y bleeding But you the p**y bleeding right now But no you ain't dreaming Just because we righteous doesn't mean we ain't scheming How the f** you think we k** devils and slay demons? You be the type to smoke the cats and dip their blunts in semen We hit your wife off, barely heard that s*ut screaming PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening Ohh sh**, I think your mom's beeping Word, that's her number, no doubt Yo, I'mma break out First I'll get some Chinese take-out Then scope Jake out Parked on the corner, but your mother still be waiting for me But I broke out before the story cause those devils never saw me [Verse 2: Goretex] Cats locked down, k**ers hang themselves with a sheet No peace, in fact no need for bein' sweet, don't even try to sleep I'm full length, you're a snippet tape I hate your face Cause you're trainin' Jakes and your a** in flakes That dictates what a f*g you are Up in drag, stagger Zanzibar Rocking tennis shorts, full of cum sports, like Benatar f** a fifty-four, I lace y'all with the clean and jerk Smoke a f**ing pound and watch these cats go berserk I terrorize whole cities, you gots to feel my work Mexican cats with shades, every D.A. we'll blaze Then the ba** pump like Flavor Flav (YEAHH BOYYYEE) I [shame] save for dark days Federal agents, a fatal car chase Crusin' up flatlands until I hit Ralph Caught the stench of the rotten projects Bang a left and I'm out [Verse 3: Goretex] So there's a back seat of a black jeep, I pack heat Me and Black Pete, down a backstreet where fiends and crack meet Went to Fat Beats, saw this kid who had beef Made a rap sheet, said he want to blast me, attack me Look at the floor, Duke, that's where your gat be While your man said "Pick it up, pick it up," like Black Sheep This cat, I'mma k**, pa** me the Mac heat Blast him in his back-piece Step him off with a trash beat f**ing a**hole! This kid bloodied up my khakis And stop, stop fronting you b**h, you're bypa**ing [Verse 4: Ill Bill] We be the full monty Zoo York, like Vinnie Ponte Or Noam Chomsky Ah, f** it, like Bill Braunstein I'm ill constantly k** with the velocity of T-3 Three years before the movie got out Like Jack Ruby with the gat out Gotta give a shout out, to Goretex Tec-8, engineering this, steering this It's like a Love Boat Or William S. Burroughs plug boat Smell the gunsmoke, get your thug broke, like uncut coke With no clientele to sell it to Internal revenue, there's many levels to Our train of thought We taking over airports Get slayed for sport Popping champagne corks like Puffy Non Phixion, vampire slayers like Buffy