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letra de funky treat - oscar biggs

(verse1 oscar biggs)
i ain’t new to this i’m true to this what could you do to this
for you to diss me and get away with it be ludicrous
i’ll bruise you quick you stupid b-tch i choose to rip the microphone with
exclusive sh-t get used to it i’m oscar biggs and i refuse to quit
props to chris groove you know my man makes
outstanding beats flippin’ samples like pancakes
come on’ wack emcees y’all wanna war my flow is raw
i ain’t the type to be fallin’ off my name ain’t owen hart y’all know i’m sharp
you sayin’ you more creative than me how f-ckin’ dare you
the only thing that f-ckin’ comes out of your head is hair fool
if you wack on the mic you’ve gots to bail
even if your on my c-ck as h-ll you gets no props you frail
lyrical еxpertise emcee’s i slay with еase
my beats spread on the streets like a venereal disease
you best believe i’ll pull an ace out my sleeve
i gotta represent for the fam like steve
wack emcee’s i sh-t on like diarrhea
they say karma’s a b-tch she might come back with gonorrhea
word to god you can’t f-ck with the o
i keep foes on they toes like a midget at the urinal
if your not original i’ma cut off your tongue
you’se a cancer to hip hop like cigarettes to your lungs
don’t try me cause yo that’s a bad call
before you do so grow some hair on your b-lls
life is money power respect drugs and s-x
you livin’ in quebec you better protect your f-ckin’ neck
i see ya’ll pretending to be gangsta that sh-t is wack
ya’ll should go hide in church like whoopi goldberg in sister act
cause ya’ll cats be iffy switchy and f-ckin’ tricky
ya’ll should get smacked with a bat by ken griffey
keep yo foot out your mouth keep yo head out yo ass
life is deadly for cash and you gone get smashed
when lyrical midgets step to my ritches my trigger finger gets itches
i don’t leave snitches with stitches i leave them b-tches in ditches
i’m reckless check this i’ll leave you helpless
with your head split and flee with yo necklace
what the f-ck is you thinkin’ my crew is nowhere near soft
try take my necklace my man nick’s gone bite your ear off

(verse2 crazy ace)
see i creep from outta the woodworks where ya can’t run
jump out the clown car b-tch with a paint gun
95 goons deep and we still coming
better go grab ya heat b-tch or keep running
ya baby mama runnin’ we be regulating
now if i ain’t back in 5… people evacuate
cause imma bout to blow the spot sh-t its all i got
now i reserve this sh-t right now my sick lyrical style
now half you m-th-f-ckas better bow down to the gods
yeah you f-ckin’ heard me we the gods of the underground
making more sounds then ‘em pows in a thunder cloud
cause yea we coming hard triple f-ckin’ r
rough rugged and raw ya dun know who we are
the ancient half of the cl!ck rockin the triple 6
ridin’ with dirty clips from h-e double hockey sticks, ya dun know
yo my ghetto mentality irreparable
flows of brutality immeasurable
sh-t i’m diabolical, maniacal
messin’ with me and my team p-ssy is inadvisable
cause i got more heads in hoods than a pagan ritual
sh-t my rebel intellectual a send you to ya burial
messin’ with me is like messin’ with a disease
ill leave you right on the scene queezin as you try to breed

- oscar biggs

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