Homey Don’t Play!

Lyrics

[INTRO] (Andrew Dice Clay samples) [VERSE 1] Born broke, beat up, and always honked at Give me an Uzi and all you suckers 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 ooh so Solo, who so dares compare themselves with death, die Don't ask why my style is uncopyable Some try, but they're just too sloppy, so Thou shalt not come closer Cause all the suckers who bite'll blow up like an explosive I'll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead And as soon as you say a lyric you're dead X marks the spot where your body falls And then I'll grab your soul and roll, cause my duty calls So all you suckers get the fuck out my way When I drop the mic you'll say Homey don't play [SAMPLES] [VERSE 2] The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell of a helly I'm like the Devil in your body writing "Bite me!" on your belly Like the Exorcist, the Devil's Groove keeps flowing Turn out the lights and my body starts glowing In neon, that's cause I'm beyond reality The U-N-H-O-L-Y There's a lot of evil minds But only one Devil of a dog Turning back on what you 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'm going to murder you I never heard of a son of a gun, uh And I'm going to kill uh, everyone of you Something you've never seen Put you in a guillotine The psycho labeled me as a killer teen When I drop the mic your parents pray Get the fuck out my way Cause Homey don't play [SAMPLES] [VERSE 3] Break out the holy water, as I slaughter You better change your last name Cause I'm going 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 deffer cause my lyrics already dead Hoping, wishing, praying Someday I'll stop what I'm saying But I can't, it seems like I'm possessed with something The U-N-H-O-L-Y keeps my mind jumping Get up, get down to the rhythm of death Suckers thinking I'm taking a break Them suckers falling every time I lose my 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 Homey don't fucking play [SAMPLES] [VERSE 4] Everytime I kick shit it's labeled as Wicket Shit Don't try to bullshit cause I'll fill you with bullets and shit Rapping with my red head Some say my brain's dead Mocking what I'm rocking, then you're saying what insane said Suckers are suicidal Unholy is homicidal I'm coming inside your mind and I'm taking your title You wanna be me, but suckers can't see me Cause I'm a ghostwriter Funky funky fresh Nevertheless I get my point across I'm illing and illing's what I have to do If you bite my lyrics I'm coming after you Not physically but mentally Rocking instrumentally If you listen too hard it might kill you instantentionally I can get indubitably until I see your mind work Your thinking so hard You're fake because your mind hurts When you pass out you'll have to say "I'm staying out that nigga's way, man!" Cause Homey don't play [SAMPLES]