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punk motherfukaz (demo) - onyx lyrics

[chorus: onyx, fredro starr, sonee seeza & sticky fingaz]
punk motherf*kaz, punk*punk motherf*kaz
(yeah)
(punk ass n*ggas)
punk motherf*kaz, punk*punk motherf*kaz
(this is my year, n*gga!)
punk motherf*kaz, punk*punk motherf*kaz
punk motherf*kaz, punk motherf*kaz
(check me out, son!)
punk motherf*kaz, punk*punk motherf*kaz
(check me out)
punk motherf*kaz, punk motherf*kaz
(aiyyo)

[verse 1: fredro starr & onyx]
(who’s the punk master?) the p*ssy one, who is he?
he ain’t getting busy, i get grizzly (uh*huh)
i’ma have a field day with ya’ll, motherf*ckaz (yeah)
bringing ninety six degrees in december
(f*ck all ya’ll!) i don’t give a f*ck about none of ya’ll
i’m running ya’ll, punk motherf*ckaz, i’ll put the gun in ya’ll
so pipe down, i got this mic now, the sound that
makes n*ggas wanna f*ck sh*t up on shaky ground
(spiеs like us!) rush guys like you (yeah)
i stomp out crеws with dog sh*t on my shoes
[chorus: onyx & sticky fingaz]
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
(god d*mn you!)

[verse 2: sticky fingaz & fredro starr]
punk ass n*ggas make me f*cking sick
and i can’t take it no more, i’m getting tired of this sh*t
if ya’ll, stupid ass motherf*ckaz, don’t quit
i’m a have a fit and ya’ll gonna regret it (word up!)
f*ck that scrub, you’re a piece of sh*t (word up!)
and you p*ssing me off n*gga, get off my d*ck (uh*huh)
matter of fact, lay on the floor, ’cause you dead meat
and i know you a p*ssy, ’cause you are what you eat
sweet pretty b*tch n*ggas need to stay off the street

[chorus: onyx]
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz

[verse 3: sonsee, onyx & fredro starr]
come on, n*gga, what are you dusted? your sh*t gonna get crushed, kid
(f*ck the discussions!) n*ggas just get concussions
the synapses, i make them collapse with relapses
i’m a hazard, perhaps it’s the way that i trash sh*t
your punk ass style is bullsh*t, garbage, doo*doo
(extra little) i’m droppin’ the big sh*t that bust your whole f*cking noodle
punk motherf*ckaz irk my nerves to the maximum
and i’m asking them no questions, when i’m seem them, i’m bashin’ them
give me that godd*mn mic, you can’t handle it
touch one of mine and watch the vandal get to slam you, kid
(slam!) like hulk hogan, when i’m choking my trigger
for a n*gga who want to linger, i’m a put him through the ringer
word to mama, i’m a let the joint do the honor
(f*ckin’ suckaz! punk motherf*ckaz!)
[chorus: onyx]
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz

punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
(they gonna make us)
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
(f*ck somebody up)
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
(if they keep on)
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
(fronting like the way they do)

[verse 4: sticky fingaz]
the words that i write, i recite with all my might
’cause if rap ’cause violence i’ma try to start a fight
to keep all these punk ass n*ggas from out my sight
you know cheesy ass n*ggas are easy to identify
they never look you in the eye and they be f*ckin’ up your high
so if and when i die don’t let no fake
punk ass motherf*ckaz come to my wake

[verse 5: sonee seeza, fredro starr & onyx]
well, i’m back again starting sh*t, punk, you want no part of it
my crew beat ass, the demolitionists, so to h*ll with all you novices
i could just smack a punk in the face with a spiked glove (with much love)
and hang ’em, therefore they gonna get rubbed
the wrong way, the strong play hard! that’s us!
the ramrod, then bust p*ss at your squad
[verse 6: sticky fingaz & onyx]
meep*meep, ariba*ariba, undalay*undalay, gang way!
that’s what dumb punk n*ggas used to say (uh*huh)
but take your f*cking time and hold your horses
we got an army and coming through with armed forces

[verse 7: fredro starr, sticky fingaz & onyx]
you’s a punk motherf*ckaz and your mother’s a punk b*tch
you gotta hit harder than that n*gga, is that all you can come with?
i’ll beat the living sh*t out this n*gga (nah, yo, f*ck that, let this n*gga suffer)
i’ll tie him up, f*ck his girl and handcuff her
the rougher, the harder
i’ll whip your ass like your father (go to your room!)
you peaches and herbs (but we disturb the peace!)
you’re the motherf*cka that be calling police
and i’m starving, screaming on them deep, “what’s to eat?”
the first motherf*cka that go to sleep

[verse 8: sonee seeza, sticky fingaz & onyx]
ahhh, i’m sore, it’s this punk n*gga’s fault
let’s bust ’em all down and beat them to a bl**dy pulp
(roar!) hardcore galore is what i’m for
and breaking punks jaws, let me hear yeah ya’ll
(yeah ya’ll) i’m the kind to swing on ya mind
a pay taker ko’in punks with verbal haymakers
connections whenever i’m plexin’
ain’t no question, punks prepare for some more stressin’
(punk ass)

[chorus: onyx]
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz

[outro: onyx]
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk*punk motherf*ckaz
punk motherf*ckaz, punk motherf*ckaz

- onyx lyrics

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