Raw Breed - Open Season lyrics

Open season! (x8) Open fire, bullets come flyin' out the iron The rhymin' ? is a blind, how I'm firin' Scratch the flint yo, I'm rippin' slaughter Get your wife and daughter, and run for the border In order to escape, I can't wait, too late, TOO LATE! Yo Imma step now imma gonna have to take Your heart and rip it apart with my art You should've been smart from the moment that you start Speaking, knowing that I can't be beaten Our crew leave ?retreatin' anyone compeatin' I ?cast to defense? of the great gladiator Terminator, operator, Raw Breed crusader The greater dominator with the power to devour s**ers by the hour cuz they sweet and sour Soft of course,yo yo, you're gonna take a loss Cuz I'm like ?Omega of a great rebel force Open season (x8) MC's they wanna piece of the action, reaction To my style, wild crazy, zany, but can you blame me? For knocking MCs off the soft critters Begginers, you wanna get bigger, I'm iller My rhymes a lot, you see I cut like Psycho Mako, you better get slick when I flip, off sh** Well here comes the melee, or Pele Kicks 'em like Jack when I rip, so sit I'm giving you fits, you see my clan got the scam Rock the block with power pack with gats Contact is made and MCs they wanna get paid No deal, I steal what they made I'm taking the whack I put 'em back in the pile Its foul, that's where it belong I wrote longer ? Its torture, I scorch ya I fire MCs like fried rice, see I'm nice, I'm giving advice I'm on a trip with no reason, I break fool with no raw It's open season, its open season! Open season (x8) But yo, I'm no jokin', a brotha that is open For drinkin, ruggin, ? Sportin rough rhymes, I grip ? ?????????????????????????? Imma kick payday, where yo one side! b**hes on the jock, yo they drop to get mine Autograph, grab cash with the paragraph Trash, crash the outlaw to outlast All the competition won't you listen as I list a rhyme kickin' Yo I'm flippin' all the competition You see the bounty hunter take you under As I catch ya then I torture, AMUSING! Puttin', tuttin' and shootin' Shoot for the k**, BOOM! Should I load the musket, for the gunpowder Yo I bag it then I bust it Another brother, slang soldier I can't say that I'm deranged, strange With the long range ?jane? Now you're the markmen, yo, dead cop, bullseye! Your mommy gonna cry, why? Cuz you're gonna die Its Open season (x16)