Album Cover Uhn Nasty

Uhn Nasty

Deacon Gore

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Microphone stages

The lights in the action

They like what I sayYea they like when we blacking out

Get a kick out of it

Yea I sholl do

So what the fuck you mean

Let me get a second

Ion normally ask

I snatch mics

Like the necklaces

What you expect

I′m chi town

I'm with the wreckage

When Newsense get on the record

It feel like I use real weapons

Straight laying broads down in the booth

It ain′t safe for niggas either

I get down on em too

I'm a bitch

But more so

I'm a hound on the loose

Solo, dolo

I will act a clown on them fools

I been trapping

Before trapping

Was even a real thing

Why Chicago go so hard for me

Hoe, I′m they real queen

Say you never heard of me

Well here I go now

Gotta a lotta catching up to do

And ion slow down

Tell em Bobby

I slay muhfuckas for a hobby

Lyrical assassin

They be dodging me in lodges and shit

Hell yea I′m an asshole too

Do I get a kick out of it

Yep, I sholl do

Fuck you mean

So what the fck you mean

I'm a mufukn king

Grimes on the scene

And I want everything

So put cha face down

And ya hands up

When I′m preaching to the choir

Send them bands up

And reserve all praise for the most high

He the only one can save you when I roll by

Cause I don't take prisoners

I just make listeners

What the fck you mean

I need the whole pie

So I can take it to the Chi

And break bread with the fam

South side nigga

Better know who I am

Ion give a fck what they post to the gram

She look like Gina

But she act like Pam

I don′t get it on

Man I get it in

I'm from the city

West side of Lake Michigan

So now you know

Go tell a friend

That it′s still free Larry

Til the world end

What the fuck you mean

I been representing

And killing it for the team

I know they really hate to admit

I do my thing

The undergrounder run it

So nigga call me the king

You peasants

In the presence of Wreck

So kiss the ring

Forever reign supreme

Forever doing my thang

Even though I know some niggas

Been Throwing dirt on my name

But I brush it off like nothing

And charge it up to the game

I came up with some killers

You niggas is really lames

I try to stay in my lane

But it's something that I can't explain

If things seems strange

Then fuck it

Imma let it bang

Finna hit em with the hottest

This shit is splitting more power

The shit′ll get in your Otter

Til it gets in ya brain

This ain′t cha average artist Lil nigga

I spitting flames

And I'm dangerous

With that bang it up

Hang it up

I ain′t playing

Get mangled up

Fuck you saying

Bitch I don't give a fuck

Cause I got big nuts

So imma let the mother fuckas hang

Things might get a little different

Here it is hoe

So what the fuck you mean

Any kinda issue

Probable to disappear bro

So what the fuck you mean

True

Microphone stages

The lights in the action

They like what I say

Yea they like when we blacking out

Get a kick out of it

Yea, I sholl do

So what the fuck you mean

Aeropostale jogger shorts

Members only jacket

In the middle of the winter

Looking for some action

Ol man rapping

Active waiving thru traffic

Macking evil laughing trashing

Point me to ya captain

Oh hoy matie

All a board

Then I cuff ya lady

Two AM curfew

Cause wifey acting crazy

Baby three eighty

Legal and sweeter then Old Sadiie

Gotta get home mentality

So it′s necessary

Salutations to my haters

Keep me motivated

Theme for the seemless

Dopeness created

Iam rhyme and fitness

Grown folks

Mind ya bizness

Fuck a Rappers image

Gimmicks

When sky's the limit

Cloud roam

Stoned to Another time zone

Louis Stewart stuffed

Cobra clutch the microphone

Cords in the background

Sounding so murderous

Lord and Nem

Bobby Gore

We warriors

Blackin out

I′m taking the stackin route

Put the game in the choke hold

These niggaz tappin out

This is dope in arm

This is crack in mouth

They put the traps down

The rats are out

Trump nem the real gangsters

Y'all actin out

Y'all missin aim from lines

Like shaq got fouled

Attack the crowd

I′ll since my first

Cap and gown

Bobby tell them

We got the crown

The throne is home

Too many clones

With colorful locs

Squares′ll never make it

Out these wonderful blocks

I try angles

I'm A legendary figure

Gave light to these dark streets

I′m A legendary nigga

They disappointed I'm anointed

I′m a God Ima King

This is vision this is dreams

You niggaz can't stop a mufuckin thing

So What the fuck you mean

Actually

Naturally

Packing the Mack

In the back of the Ac

Quite accurately

Hit you and faculty

Off of a balcony

Even the blind could see

I′m a catastrophe

Cataclysmic bout my business

Cause I have to be

Can't be a casualty

Too many count on me

But friends and family

They'll still set a nigga up

Point all 8 fingers

To have nigga touched

Ya odds better off in Vegas

Gon try ya luck

Put some ants on ya feet

And have a nigga rushed

To the pital

No requital

Since I was little

Size a clown up

Solve a problem

Like easy riddles

Thirty seconds with no cover up

Since you wanna giggle

Disrespectful to the circle

Happen right in middle

Add another thirty seconds

And I bet that get em

Death to competition

A nice suit

I bet thatta fit em

Things might get a little different

Here it is hoe

So what the fuck you mean

Any kinda issue

Probable to disappear bro

So what the fuck you mean

True

Microphone stages

The lights in the action

They like what I say

Yea they like when we blacking out

Get a kick out of it

Yea I sholl do

So what the fuck you mean

Yea just what I do

Pay no attention

To this intro

Send an instrumental

In a critical condition

Pitiful instruments dancing

I′m fin tah go crazy

Eventually they will all see

That I′m over the edge

And as usual

They all be

Over the limit

Go over they head with this music

We over they gimmicks

Me, Bobby and Newsense

We don't give no fuck and

We find out what it really is

It′s your fault

You just faulty

We here to fix ya

You stupid sumbitches

Who coming with us

Haters get off me

Lyrical lava

Gotta watch where you stepping

The fearsome staccato

To slaughter the brethren

Trying to start some shit

Thought of you awful

Killem all from the art of

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Lagu lain oleh Deacon Gore