The Bitch That I Hate

Poison Clan

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    Intro:
    [Rasta verse by Likkle Wicked;
    most of his verse is indistinct]
    Now rudeboy JT from Poison Clan
    come in wit dem lyrics and kill the gangstas!!
    JT: Ahem! Hello everybody this JT Money the Bitchizer...

    Verse 1: JT Money
    Yo I can get fly like a plane and then wreck shit
    Stomp on Compton and flex through the exit
    Uhh rainin' on punks like a cloud
    Punks get devoured 'cause no punks are allowed!
    So step up if you think your shit's strong
    But be prepared to get your whole crew flipped on
    'Cause I flip niggas like coins
    And once I get gone I'm in they ass like hem'rhoids!
    Niggas get done, but then so many try
    To be like JT motherfuckin' M-O-N-E-Y
    I get busy like 5pm traffic
    Punks get they ass kicked when shit gets drastic
    Uhh, niggas don't want none of me, see
    When I get hot, I burn they ass like VD
    I stay hard like Capn' Crunch, suckas get capped
    And crunched, or dissed if you're rappin', punk
    Most of y'all can't understand me
    You'll probably say "That nigga that can't be from Miami!"
    I hate punks with a passion
    Hey yo, hoe, tell them niggas what I want!

    Chorus (4x)
    [I want action] MURDER!! MURDER!!

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    Verse 2: Uzi
    Lights, camera, action, it's on
    Uzi is the brother on the mike, word is bond
    I'm talkin' to all the fallin' niggas, the kinda creep niggas
    Step up and get beat, niggas!
    'Cause if you try the PC, it gets fucked up
    We always strapped with the gat, so just shut up
    And if I pull, you better pray 'cause you is dead, black
    Test me out and you'll see just where my heart's at
    That's how it is, fuck you, and motherfuck your crew
    I roll with JT and Big Ram too!
    We livin' phat, matter fact, we gets ill, see
    And when we roll, we just rippin' up your posse
    So if you talk shit, talk it under your breath
    'Cause if I hear ya, your ass'll be marked for death!
    Best believe niggas' heads I be bashin'
    And yo, you know what's next!

    Chorus

    Verse 3: JT Money
    Check 1-2 for a nigga who step to this
    Step up and just wait for my lefts to miss, uhh
    Before you get a chance to run ya mouth,
    I shoot them thangs to ya ass so you're down for the count!
    I beat ya bad asses wit a bad-ass gang o' niggas
    I'm from the Clan, so of course I be hangin' niggas
    No matter how tough you feel or you might look
    Drop yo ass with a right hook
    I stick out like a saucer, niggas say I'm awesome
    Wreck your little 1's 2's 3's and 4somes
    The B-I-T-C-H-I-Z-E-R,
    When I step up you see how I
    Keepin' niggas in check, approachin' with the tech
    The old-fashioned way I earn my respect
    Been down for a minute, did a quick bit
    Came back knockin' about the box like (?) did!
    So chumps run up and get ran over
    I'ma take the USA and Japan over
    I'm the one-man wreckin' ball that's werckin' y'all
    Here's some advice: I'm wreckin' all!
    You motherfuckers stop talkin' trash and
    Shep the fuck out my way 'cause ...

    Chorus

    Outro: Likkle Wicked

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