NECRO - Set It lyrics

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<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it

Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded

Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever let's get it in

It ain't nothing

Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it

Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded

Homie you bugging, you ain't thugging, what drug you on?

You must be sniffing that bullshit

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>

You're rocking faggot ice, you're a maggot commercial pretty boy

Bitch ass nukka, I'll bodybag you, slice

Steal your female through emails

Fight ten of you and prevail, get real gully, you will get killed

I get I'll, peel your grill, flesh back revealed

The white meat, fights in the street

I'll brawl, don't test next

Smash a bottle, pieces of glass slash your model face

Plastic surgery, lacerate your goggles

Mush you, I wish you would give me a reason to bruise your facial tissue over a racial issue

Dish you out the most brutal physical beating for being stereotypical, now you're internally bleeding

My trife rep gets your wife wet, my butcher knife will prep you for the afterlife so get set to repent

I transform like a deceptacon and wild out on you tampon rejects then I'm gone

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<i>[Verse 2:]</i>

Your gear game's weak so you a no-name geek

You front I'll make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chain's unique

Nike pimpingzilla, my psyche flipping

Michael Vicking you right for gripping sniping clipping you bicycle dipping

Gripping the ox, I'll thug it out box rugged

You little bug, your Glock in the cupboard, rubber grip pops is stubborn

Make a face when you peep me homie

Break your face on GP you don't know me, make a mistake and sleep on me

I'm pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets

In a snitch's spine, I do crime distinguished

You fronting homeboy I'm stunting with a chrome toy

Hunting you like it's Rome Troy, your dome destroyed

You don't rep hip hop, you won't step if shit pops off

You're soft rocking flip-flops and? get you props

I'll make your chick cheat then fuck her with my prick meat

To a sick beat I click street like brick concrete

A nick of weed, lick heat at you, you need quick feet

You look sweet, you lick feet, you watch chickflicks dickweed

Time elapsed, can't rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track

Garbage your lines lack, you define whack

Son I'll jailhouse you, got a razor mouth full

It's doubtful you'll evade, I'm too powerful

My blade's bout it fool, scalpel sharp, I got kicked out of school kid I could show you how to be cool

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