Street Veteran

f/ Mr. Hyde* send corrections to the typist[Mr. Hyde]
Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn into dashers at the sight of my blaster
You might be type quick but son my bullets run faster
Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya knot
Try to plug up the holes, while blood is gushing alot
Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two,
Now I'm set to stab a dude, turn him into maggot foodJack in a magazine, kid I'll be done with it quickWatch me empty out clips like a son of a bitch.
No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten since birth
Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm plotting to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her
And if her man riffs, I got the louisville slugger
Ken Griffey swing with an axe at ya face
Little pieces of ya skull's all over the place
Attacking shit I'm accurate, never missed a target
Open up ya mouth son I'll use my fist to clog it.
Dead up for real, you better get up ya shield
Cause when I set up to to peel shots you'll be wet as a seal.
Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse thugs
Prone to burst slugs, like Stalone in First blood![Necro]
We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel pipesLeave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Chuck Norris
Bullets travel through skulls like fuckin explorers
Evil like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya screen like sub marine destroyers
Punches to ya head in bunches
Your goin down like munchkins doin lunges
Rippin through stomach muscles like crunches
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like sponges
Coughin up a lung of blood cells
All you super guys will get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper disguise
Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps
Fought with spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat
Fuck breaking through floor boards, we're war lords
And maintain jail hard. like chain mail, and broad swords[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Street veteran, we crack ya head you need excederin
Aint no fear here
A man steps we shreddin himVeteran, ya gear we reddining
When the glocks pop, you drop so hard you crack the sediment[Mr. Hyde]
A flurry shots, will shank you like triceratops
Leave you wet like when a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul like little babies licking cock
You disgust me, like old ladies with chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a bitch steps outta line I have to fight her,
Male or female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider
Wish master, pulling out my bitch blaster
Your dead and I'm breathing cause I empty clips faster
Thugin it out, my click is obnoxious
We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pockets
Blast teks directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce flesh and bone Earth worms bless ya dome.
I'm dipped in fatigues and steel combat boots
Aim for your front tooth and co stomp that loose!
Cold merciless , hookers flirt wit this,
Nine inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch
And fuck gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya back
Its hyde hollow tips vs. your blanks and caps
unlucky kids that fought me already know,
Cause I left their bodies stinking like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us without a weapon to bust,
We'll jack you out your range rover, make you trek in the bus![Necro]
You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it
We using fistacuffs and pistol snuffs
To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister tough
You'll remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant
Like eating the brain of pheasant
Destroy you like crack cocaine resin
Bring it to you like armored horseman
Like a trauma abortion
This is benly drama endorsment
Smashing you like the arms of four menA supporter of gore enforcement
Cock, brain splattered on floor cement
Seeing cattle killed is similair to men dying
On euorpean battle fields, shit is that real, I'm not lying
You might be missing, by tradition we try to fight a fishin
Were like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism
Holmes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit bone
Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't make a voiceEnter the prize ring know as the streets
A survive thing if you're weak and we known as cadaver or meat[Chorus]