Set It Lyrics - Die! - Necro

[Chorus] 

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 lets get it in 

It aint nothing 

Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it 

Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded 

Homie you bugging, you aint thugging, what drug you on? 

You must be sniffing that bullshit 

[Verse 1] 

Youre rocking faggot ice, youre a maggot commercial pretty boy 

Bitch ass nukka, Ill 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 

Ill brawl, dont 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 youre 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 Im gone 

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[Verse 2] 

Your gear games weak so you a no-name geek 

You front Ill make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chains unique 

Nike pimpingzilla, my psyche flipping 

Michael Vicking you right for gripping sniping clipping you bicycle dipping 

Gripping the ox, Ill 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 dont know me, make a mistake and sleep on me 

Im pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets 

In a snitchs spine, I do crime distinguished 

You fronting homeboy Im stunting with a chrome toy 

Hunting you like its Rome Troy, your dome destroyed 

You dont rep hip hop, you wont step if shit pops off 

Youre soft rocking flip-flops and? get you props 

Ill 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, cant rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track 

Garbage your lines lack, you define whack 

Son Ill jailhouse you, got a razor mouth full 

Its doubtful youll evade, Im too powerful 

My blades bout it fool, scalpel sharp, I got kicked out of school kid I could show you how to be cool 

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