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Homey Don't Play
Lyricist:Esham Smith
Born broke, beat up and always honked at Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck back I'll bust your mind like a watermelon And as you listen you'll find your brain swellin'
I'll go ooo so solo who so Deads compare themselves with death die Don't ask why, my styles uncopiable Some try but they just too sloppy so Thou shall not come closer
'Cause all the suckas who bite'll blow up like an explosive I'll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead And as soon as ya say a lyric your dead X marks the spot where your body falls
Then I'll grab your soul and roll 'cause my duty calls So all you suckas get the fuck out my way When I drop the mic you'll say, homie, don't play
The U N H O L Y, hell of a helly I'm like the Devil in your body, writin' bite me on your belly Like 'The Exorcist', the Devil's groove keeps flowin' Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin'
In neon that's 'cause I'ma pee on reality The U N H O L Y There's a lotta evil minds but only one devil Of the dog turnin' back on what 'cha get But don't forget I hit like no other You see my rhyme is like a pillow, it's made to smother
Try to diss me, I'ma murder ya, I never heard ya A son of a gunner and I'ma kill a everyone a ya Somethin' you've never seen, put you in a guillotine
The psycho labeled me as a killer teen When I drop the mic your parents pray Get the fuck out my way 'cause homey don't play
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Break out the Holy Water, as I slaughter Better change your last name 'cause I'm goin' in alphabetical order And it won't stop 'cause I won't stop With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick tock
Can't you get it through your head That it can't get no defer 'cause my lyrics already dead? Hopin', wishin', prayin', someday I'll stop what I'm sayin' But I can't, it seems like I'm possessed with somethin'
The U N H O L Y, keep my mind jumpin' Get up, get down to the rhythm of death Suckas thinkin' I'm takin' a break Them suckas fallin' every time I lose my a breath
But still, I don't stop to the beat One time, one rhyme and I still blew your mind Every time I drop the mic I bet everybody say Homie don't fuckin' play
Every time I kick shit, it's labeled as wicked shit Don't try to bullshit 'cause I'll fill you with bullets and shit Rappin' with my red head, some say my brains dead Mockin' what I'm rockin' then you're sayin' what insane said
Suckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidal I'm comin' inside your mind and I'm takin' your title You wanna be me but suckas can't see me 'Cause I'm a ghostwriter, funky, funky fresh
Not unless I get my point across My illin' and illin's what I have to do If you bite my lyrics, I'm coming after you Not physically but mentally, rockin' instrumentally
If you listen too hard, it might kill instantly I can get in doubly until I see your mind work You're thinkin' so hard, you're fake, me 'cause your mind hurt When you pass out you'll have to say Get outta that nigga way, man' 'cause homie don't play
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