Heavy metal spastic You're a fucking spastic In a gimp home With no volume Spastic Retard Nuff You gotta go to the jam room To play your metal tunes
a burglary, man, you know, I'm doin this And willin to kill anyone who tries to ruin this I need cash, that's what I'm talkin about I hear the noise
looking like yellow snow Lemonhead in the watch, call lemon glow When you see a young nigga spitting off, let him flow Game face on, like I'm still selling blow
my thoughts is like state of the art X-rays, don't play, slugs'll rip you apart [Chorus] [Killa Sin:] First things first, just let it be known, blow
, laugh with somebody We gon' break it down whether you like it or not I got a human beatbox goin block to block And we gon' kill that noise, chill dem
Aesop Rock] Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise
g-a-n-g makin noise Us niggas from the Brick now wreckin shit with the (Badd Boyz) Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown I'm part of the
(Kissing noises) (Come here, come here, come here, right now, come here) [Verse 1] Come here little rabbit, I'm going to give you a treat, take a seat
niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal You ain't hear about the young thugs, The Hot Boys, that's who the are Run that shit blow for blow
[feat. Slaughterhouse] [Eminem:] Ladies and gentlemen make some noise Aww shit Yeah Y'all ready to get this shit started or what Well I brought some
sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted
[Intro:] Dead! dead! I come to kill bwoy Assassinate and to destroy Him made a certain noise that we enjoy Lawd a mercy [Chorus:] Bwoy yuh dead this
gon' turn it out And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout We gonna hit you with the shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow
money hungry We use the mics to kill dummies [CHORUS x2] [Snazz-D] Black like Tom Jones, you wack like Sean Combs I got guns trying to blow my horn
[Intro: City Boy] Yeeah... Yeeah! Yeeeeah! Killa what? Killa who? Its the motherfucking Killa Boo! City Boy, You know you love it! Hahaha... Phoenix
comin with the gang bang Voco it's the mothafuckin local boys Makin noise with your homie boys, Clika 1 up in their low toys And we're makin more noise
thoughts from this hollow wooden head Post no bills, this heart has been condemned It drains my red, so kill me dead To scream and no one hears Just more noise for blown
witness the invisible The clairvoyant rhyme blizzard, the tech hold arson as a missile It's like, as I approach the two three hearts death's in the blow
