Necro - Set It

Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever let’s get it in It ain’t nothing Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded Homie you bugging, you ain’t thugging, what drug you on? You must be sniffing that bullshit [Verse 1] You’re rocking faggot ice, you’re a maggot commercial pretty boy Bitch ass nukka, I’ll bodybag you, slice Steal your female through emails Fight ten of you and prevail, get real gully, you will get killed I get ill, peel your grill, flesh back revealed The white meat, fights in the street I’ll brawl, don’t test next Smash a bottle, pieces of glass slash your model face Plastic surgery, lacerate your goggles Mush you, I wish you would give me a reason to bruise your facial tissue over a racial issue Dish you out the most brutal physical beating for being stereotypical, now you’re internally bleeding My trife rep gets your wife wet, my butcher knife will prep you for the afterlife so get set to repent I transform like a deceptacon and wild out on you tampon rejects then I’m gone [Chorus] [ Necro Lyrics are found on ] [Verse 2] Your gear game’s weak so you a no-name geek You front I’ll make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chain’s unique Nike pimpingzilla, my psyche flipping Michael Vicking you right for gripping sniping clipping you bicycle dipping Gripping the ox, I’ll thug it out box rugged You little bug, your Glock in the cupboard, rubber grip pops is stubborn Make a face when you peep me homie Break your face on GP you don’t know me, make a mistake and sleep on me I’m pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets In a snitch’s spine, I do crime distinguished You fronting homeboy I’m stunting with a chrome toy Hunting you like it’s Rome Troy, your dome destroyed You don’t rep hip hop, you won’t step if shit pops off You’re soft rocking flip-flops and ? get you props I’ll make your chick cheat then fuck her with my prick meat To a sick beat I click street like brick concrete A nick of weed, lick heat at you, you need quick feet You look sweet, you lick feet, you watch chickflicks dickweed Time elapsed, can’t rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track Garbage your lines lack, you define whack Son I’ll jailhouse you, got a razor mouth full It’s doubtful you’ll evade, I’m too powerful My blade’s bout it fool, scalpel sharp, I got kicked out of school kid I could show you how to be cool