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hits from the wrong - hock tu down lyrics

[verse 1: lee scott]
well it’s the l double e scott your clan trouble me not
i chill with an ounce of green grass tucked in each sock
unimpressed unless you have something we want
standards please don’t drink methanol free antifreeze
a gang of thieves led by a hopeless no one
thinking up a master plan that can only go wrong
the sl!ckest in fools gold fronts
act pallied hit spliffs that have me trippin for two whole months
then flip and k!ll him like it meant nothing
and then explain to the feds taking his head was the best option
there’s a million or more reasons why you’ll find i’m iller before we even consider health problems
a f*ckin burden, cursing the sky drunk and slurrin’
talkin’ like i’m badly dubbed in person
i drain your ale supply quicker than with nail and i still fail to die
the non tipping type fists are tight
protect my copper jaw with my life
i casually stroll while its raining body parts
with the dying screams of my victims looped on the philips jogproof
i drink the bong juice when supplies are low
just arriving as its time to go
absent minded
before i’ve even thought of flipping my lid you’ve caught a dip to the ribs
received multiple buckaroo kicks to the grill
f*ck your crew, it’s all about peace and love except when it comes to you
for my listening pain i bump my headphones at full blast with the output jack jammed into my brain
i think i’m mindless, plus the moneys in the minus
twisted, i find positivity in violence
loot your green with a group of super fiends campaigning to give drugs equal opportunities
[refrain: lee scott]
i don’t remember if i’m drunk now, bugged out
f*ck it, let him get his drugs out
i hit the trees til’ i look like i’m from hong kong
this is “hits from the bong” gone wrong
i don’t remember if i’m drunk now, bugged out
f*ck it, let him get his drugs out
we the trees til’ we look like we’re from hong kong
this is “hits from the bong” gone wrong

[verse 2: tame one]
murk you with a verse, murder in the first
premeditated hate in effect, disrespect i’ll break ya neck
go out my way to slay you, and play you out
play you like cut carpet with more b*tches on me than (?)
(?) i spray paint streets with groovy letters
addin’ holes to coogi sweaters
air condition your chest, separate bone from flesh with a pistol
wind blowing through holes make skin whistle
just because i hate y’all raps i keep h*lla baseball bats
for kneecaps of fake hard cats
that’s what that is
simply put, you gimps are shook
i put work on tracks like the biggest pimp in the book
funky as some undone laundry with enough weed on me, make a n*gga think a tree fell on me
and hip hop props, i got em’ from rock bottom to top
in jerusalem, enemies doin’ them i make em’ stop
f*ck around and i shut sh*t down from the line like jim brown
original gangsta, encyclopedia brown
cause’ on tracks i’ve lyrically brought back what rappers lack
took half of that to take the top down like cadillacs
after that it’s a wrap like a burrito or bobbito garcia at def jams employment
i’m hot as a redman performance on tour with mr. tical
i wet it down with the louis towel
word is bond touch, you get your first born murked like juvenile
so who’s the child that can hold his own, god bless him
microphone sessions, his goon squad gets him to clean the bong out cough and torch up resin, i’m off a few seconds

- hock tu down lyrics

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