PackFM - How U Doin? lyrics

[Hook] We don't say "Hi" & We don't say "hello" The only thing we say after wrecking your show is How U Doin? [V1A - PackFM] It's outrageous, The way I stay rippin up these stages I spit sh** so sick, you wish it was contageous Spread like The Plague is with vibes like silent pagers n***as kickin fake sh**, blame it on the matrix You're so wack that you'll leave a theif screamin "I can't take this!" I get Biz like Mark, I'm catchin weck, you're catchin vapors All you're perpetratin' is pure cetification That you wouldn't be as dope as me if you did ya best impersonation I still can't stand you, rhyme parapallegic n***as thinkin I'm ill, cause their raps are makin me sick So what you want from me?, Evacuate my company You could swallow my s**m, and wouldn't be spittin as nuts as me [V1B - TONEDEFF] I'm cussin when I'm bustin frees, I'd love to see you f** with T If I crush your team with cuts that means, I clutched you in my custody I touch a beat reluctantly, cause of what it does to me There's something freakish up, it seems, I suddenly can jump the trees The function is perfunctory, with stunning ease I lunge for Greece And only cease, because, you see...I stumped my feet on Tuscany My running cleets were scuffed to pieces. MC's are c*nts in heat That scrub and clean for nothing, B - Their mugs are freakin' ugly They're clumsy in their drudgery. sh**...my tongue is tweaked abundantly My luxury money's eaten by monthly fees In summary, I stunningly can stomach these abundantly unfunny geeks These scummy freaks are somewhat neat to hunt for weeks I strut the streets comfortably, cause punks duck in retreat I'm the one that makes you shun beliefs, like nuns & priests with cummy sheets I've brung complete sums of treats. You're buggin how I strung this feat The sublety is null indeed, so don't confront us when we meet! [Hook] [V2 - MECCA] I will go all out, to humiliate you Burn through any squad that affiliates you That'll give the kids on the corner something to chat about Give all these mad rappers something to be mad about I'm made for this, like guns was made to buck Got entertainers pissed, cause I break their legs for luck Stuck watching this son of southside who accomplished this Blocking this? Tell me how you plan to stop apocalypse That's claiming to be all the flame & the heat And how we, reign in the street and put your name if defeat Have a seat...don't ever come through acting loud Cause I will leave you slumped on that block you're so proud of You bow, cause I always impress, always amaze Straight arsonist...constantly coming with blaze In another minute, you g'on wanna chase me Cause your vibe just can't replace me, flow just can't erase me I remain rhymer-proof, time constructed Forgive them father...they know not who they f** with Cause as an MC, I stay baptized to bang While you could be crucified and still couldn't hang Whoever think they got something for it, get up on it I'll teach you and your crew what it means not to want it I don't air out tracks...I ventilate, rhymes penetrate Crews disintergrate... it's mecca's way or the interstate [Hook]