Geah. The MC Eiht`s in the mutherfuckin house y`knowutumsayin?
The Compton maniac
here to break your ass something off real proper y`knowutumsayin?
Damn!
Suckers 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 shit.
With your fucked up lyrics you can`t shoot the gift
like it should be shot.
Gots no hearts punk ass marks, dont start you`ll get got.
And at the end of the trail is whats left.
Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death.
So if ya got static go and gather up your army.
you`ll be a short ass punk trying to harm me.
I bet you sorry MC`s never seen this.
A sucker punk hung up by his penis.
So watch out for a sucker on the gank
cause while Compton`s Lynchin, I`m taking money to the bank.
And its the MC Eiht on your shit list.
Commence to killing 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 shit is in effect.
Cause I`m the type a brother who`ll blast your ass, 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 death toll rises.
So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme.
And now I hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams.
Another victory on my list.
One more punk ass 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 fuck, so jump your ass 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.
Suckers 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 fuck with me...Fool theres your def wish.
Geah, y`knowutumsayin? MC Eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91
My DJ mike T`s in the mutherfuckin house.
Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown. Geeeaaah.
