Wong Feihung - Talk sh** Get Hit lyrics

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Wong Feihung - Talk sh** Get Hit lyrics

[Wong Feihung] Peep it All these has-been rappers Yo is madder than sh** Cause the fact's I'm slamming they chick Wit' my immaculate dick Yo until my mag-a-num spit Like it was magma and sh** It's hard fire* I'm hard wired Yo a master with spits And a master with tips Like jaser and quisp Watch these ba*tards get licked While I break more ground than I was fracking and sh*** Until your broads packing my prick Inside her a**, snatch and lips While I'm ramming her hips Yall f*ggot a** is asking for dick Yo I'm forcing my will On the poorest sorts Proporting they ill I'm dwarfing they sk** A torrid force pours forth from da real I'm the source of whats ill Exorbitant sk** Causing a chill Keep forcing your nill opinions And your sure to get k**ed Your who*es on all fours When I spill A million spores on her grill And of course she is chill As she swallows it all like a meal s** on this lozenge Off my nine mil My Glock spills Some hot pills Like block deals* I got sk**s I'm bruising too many to count Buying booze on every account This dude's apparently clown shoes You're losing in e-ver-y bout I heavily doubt you could bout Wit' a mouth so incredibly stout I got plenty of gout Your bleeding out a the vent On your neck Like a trout Get neglected and pout An eclectic amount Of respect when I'm out You get decked in the mouth For testing the intense defense that I tout You must be new to this You pubic b**h Who probably use to snitch A verbal pugilist You dudes'll get Two to the head And screwed to d**h I'll school you temps A scrooge who will screw you In the cruelest depths You foolish simps Accept the rule of d**h You fools is loosin' breath I'm too intense/Two in Tents Like couples honey moonin' Through the wilderness* I'll chew you vets Like rabid pets* Got voodoo specs And Buku spits A crucial rep Of the truest sense I am the bru-ta-list Your crew is next You dudes'll loose respect Your stool is full of bricks f** with me and don't think that your heart'll still be pumping This mark is dumpy Slumpin on my art Accost this farce that's frumpy Don't think that could stump me Or brings some dudes to jump me If you start sh** I'm make you a target Cause Sparky's grumpy Off the wall Crackin this egghead Like Humpty Dumpty* Your a**umptions made you Perfectly redundant You dumb hick rockin dundy's It's a done deed That if you front B Even if you front weed I'ma punch D Up in his buckteeth; yo When you find out What I'm ‘bout I'm the kind to turn da lights out Wit' dat tight sound And smoke crack Wit Amy Winehouse We're snortin lines now Wit fine stout Until it's time out I pump the grime out Like a plumbers snakes rotating line out* If we in a timed bout It's likely that you'd wanna sign out Or you'll find out I'm taking every rhymers rhymes out It's time now You realize that you're wacer than sh** I'm a mack when I spit I'm slamming every tramp wit' a clit I'm the Gab wit' da gift You'll wonder how much lives I can take When I'm rockin my knives that's for steak I'll Poke your eyes with a rake I'll silence this fake Your smiles met with violence and hate Then I'll silence your mate So no one hears her cries when I rape A maniacal state I'm supplying I ain't piling papes I'ma file a blade and hide it Just to slide it in jakes You'll cry you mistake Bye now Cause this guy is a fake Right now I am rife with powder As if I was a cake* Any promise I make I'll break it Like that sh** was your neck I'm the kid with respect You test it say hello to my tech I'm loaded with specs Your ho she can't get over my pecs Then I'm loading her head With foamy scrotum homies, with pep Till she chokes on my peck I'm roasting any h*mo on deck Your flows get neglect My prose have probably only known rep You're alone if you step Wong Feihung's the tightest at rap I'ma silence this hack This guys quick to be violent in fact ... Yall think that yall can even bring da sh** to me? Seriously? Is that yall concspiracy? TALK sh*t GET HIT Yall think that yall can even bring dat in my face? Talking outta place? You're profoundly lace SNITCHES GET STICHES Get the f** up outta here Before I grab this beer Break it on that chair and stab you TALK sh*t GET HIT… * marks endings of instances of double entendres Breakers indicate changes in rhyme sheme

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