The Mix - Hustle lyrics

[Verse 1: WATM] Not me but you can called the rest or some a liar If I ever tell a fib, I'll let you set my mum on fire I swear down that I'm spitting the truth If not I'll pa** you the ladder and let you sh** on my roof Cross my heart and hope to die I know you hate me, I'll let you beat me 'till I cry I'll stab a needle in my eye And do a crap in the pastry and let you feed me it in a pie I'll let you run me over in a Fiat five with rear wheel drive Reverse over my head while you call me a queer guy You can put a bowl of cold water down for me to sleep aside Grab my hand a put my pinkey inside (Mam, I've pissed mi sen!) You can lob me off a harbor into a fierce tide Or hang me from a tree with my ears tied After all this sh** you better realize You can bray my f**ing arse if you ever hear me lie [Verse 2: Hitman-X] I don't play, i'm gon' make a way out in cage! I'll let you know, i don't exist so take a day out in rage! f** cash! i put everybody in a slash White trash! don't make me smash your face in dash This is lyrical at your case! A f**in' miracle to be so historical! i murder you lyrically This is motherf**ing serial-k**er homicide Flows that goes for days, puts you down in suicide This is important glows that goes on everyday Puts you in blast, who knows what unimportant past does? It's motherf**in' M.O so high when i represent the demo My flow's pretty, let's you know how fast your city suffering Go against me, you're stuttering wondering why so haltingly? Jerking off violently, spasmodically on your corner silently fenced My demo is wildly unrealistic echo's i'm statistic on this sh** b**hes be sadistic, pull them up in itches and stitches I'm stackin' riches, get it cracking for days i send packing Homie get it attacking for ways with a joint you point Crazily, you Inhaled nasally in-hell my sk**s be prevailed sh** never failed when haters be impaled and left to die, high