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Stereophonics - Homey Don't Play lyrics
Born broke, beat up, and always honked at
 Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck back
 I'll bust your mind like a watermelon
 And as you listen you'll find your brain swellin'
 I'll go Oo so, solo who so
 Deads compare themselves with death die
 Don't ask why my styles uncopiable
 Some try, but they just too sloppy so
 Thou shall not come closer
 'Cause all the suckas who bite'll blow up like an explosive
 I'll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead
 And as soon as ya say a lyric your dead
 X marks the spot where your body falls
 Then I'll grab your soul and roll, 'cause my duty calls
 So all you suckas get the fuck out my way
 When I drop the mic you'll say, homie don't play
 The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell of a helly
 I'm like the devil in your body writin' bite me on your belly
 Like the exorcist, the devil's groove keeps flowin'
 Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin'
 In neon, that's 'cause I'ma pee on reality
 The U-N-H-O-L-Y
 There's a lotta evil minds but only one devil
 Of the dog turnin' back on what 'cha get, but don't forget
 I hit like no other
 You see my rhyme is like a pillow it's made to smother
 Try to diss me I'ma murder ya, I never hearda ya
 A son of a gunner and I'ma kill a everyone a ya
 Somethin' you've never seen, put you in a guillotine
 The psycho labelled me as a killer teen
 When I drop the mic your parents pray
 Get the fuck out my way, 'cause homey don't play
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 Break out the Holy Water, as I slaughter
 Better change your last name 'cause I'm goin' in alphabetical order
 And it won't stop 'cause I won't stop
 With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick tock
 Can't you get it through your head
 That it can't get no defer 'cause my lyrics already dead
 Hopin', wishin', prayin', someday I'll stop what I'm sayin'
 But I can't, it seems like I'm possesed with somethin'
 The U-N-H-O-L-Y, keep my mind jumpin'
 Get up, get down to the rhythm of death
 Suckas thinkin' I'm takin' a break
 Them suckas fallin' every time I lose my a breath
 But still I don't stop to the beat
 One time, one rhyme, and I still blew your mind
 Everytime I drop the mic I bet everybody say
 Homie don't fuckin' play
 Everytime I kick shit, it's labelled as wicked shit
 Don't try to bullshit 'cause I'll fill you with bullets and shit
 Rappin' with my red head, some say my brains dead
 Mockin' what I'm rockin' then your sayin' what insane said
 Suckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidal
 I'm comin' inside your mind and I'm takin' your title
 You wanna be me, but suckas can't see me
 Cause I'm a ghostwriter, funky funky fresh
 Not unless I get my point across
 My illin' and illin's what I have to do
 If you bite my lyrics I'm coming after you
 Not physically, but mentally, rockin' instrumentally
 If you listen too hard it might kill instantsistantly
 I can get in doubobly, until I see your mind work
 Your thinkin' so hard your fake me cause your mind hurt
 When you pass out you'll have to say
 "Get outta that nigga way man" cause homie don't play








