Kieren Walsh - Wrong Ones lyrics

[SunKiss] Yeah.. no more runnin Hahah.. Yeah no more America's Most and all that sh** there Rockin the mic now Runnin with my n***a Pun Boogie baby Lot of n***as fronted Said they gonna put me on, help me and sh** like that there But you kept it golden with me my n***a That's right, you f**ers Dead, and still k**in sh**! Chorus: SunKiss + Big Pun I'm the wrong one to f** with f** with me and you'll get stuck quick, f** you s** dick, hah You ain't got no wins in mi casa Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa I'm the wrong one to f** with Drivebys in the truck quick, f** you s** dick, hah You ain't got no wins in mi casa Que te pasa, hah ha.. [SunKiss] I'm as wicked as Hitler first born Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone "k** n***as Softly" but not with her song Matter of fact I k** em viciously, brutally Strip them clowns down to nudity Shove the chrome where they doodoo be It's a stick up, don't try to get brave Don't even chance it Duke I want y'all motherf**ers strippin like you dance for loot Don't stop, give it give it - or you gon' get it get it Get your f**in Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it Y'all f*ggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live Creep through in a white 5 and snipe five Y'all got some trife wives Show me where y'all re' at, where the ki' at Sleep eat sh** and pee at, park your 3 at Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom "UPS ma'am sign here," send a bomb Leave that b**h - roasted and toasted like a chestnut And if I run out of milk, for cereals, I leave her breasts cut Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts - sick em Cujo! Steal your b**h and dick the culo Slam yo' a** and I don't know a lick of judo Fly to P.R. - stick Menudo Come back, cop a 6 with two-do' Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew From Washington Heights in jail I had n***as washin my Nike's Now I'm squashin the mic, extortionist type Harsh with a knife I'm flossin yo' ice on some Bronx sh** tonight Chorus [Big Punisher] Cannibalism is livin in my metabolism Givin em spasms and aneurisms at baby baptisms That's all my thugs thinkin bout, drinkin your blood Boriquans love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs Even the reverend can get a severing when I'm beheading The Armageddon is deading demons, Jesus in heaven Goin back to spiritual ritual times What you gon' find - shiftings of Satan in critical bind Nevermind, I do that often, I've risen often Bust out my coffin, I'm a livin abortion Battled the Devil and deaded his demons Trained other beings to be in his different levels of Hell Still screamin Seein bodies bloody and babies bloated corroded Know the Chinese exploded Know they run with Gotti who know it (check it) I never run I never ran, the fattest motherf**in man I roll with Cuban makin junk to jams That's all I'm knowin and I'm never kneed All on your soul I feed, I'm lettin punk motherf**ers bleed f**in with me, better hide yo' seed Better think twice, before you ride on me Cause I'mma lift your weight Then I'm droppin you in the incinerator Then I'm hittin the hospital and poppin two in the incubator That's how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga Oh I'm sorry pa-pa, was you the da-da? Chorus 2X