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Necro - Set It lyrics
[Chorus]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
 [Verse 1]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 ill, 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
 [Chorus]Necro - Set It - http://motolyrics.com/necro/set-it-lyrics.html
 [Verse 2]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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