Uncivilized Lyrics by Beatnuts, The

Uncivilized Lyrics

    Intro:
    Yeah, yeah yeah. open your mouth (aaaah). open it! wide.

    Psycho les:
    I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip
    Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions)
    Why too many ears at my sessions
    With opions, but not this year (no question)
    Strickly answers, luke dancers, chasing off happy campers
    And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit i don't like
    But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight
    So what the fuck? when i hit you know i struck
    Knuckle game, test and get munked
    Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line
    Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck?

    Don gobbi:
    No false assumption, i cut a face just like a pumpkin
    Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin'
    You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent
    My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent
    You insignificant, i turn diesel niggas to involents
    You started it, i'll finish it, deminish it
    I'm killing it, word duke, i let it known don't fuck with gobbi
    Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody
    Smokin' suckas wit logic and raised with project lobby
    I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait
    I'm heavyweight and when i'm old and great yo i rejuvenate
    And duplicate, and slam man like sumo tournaments
    Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates
    Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns
    Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb
    Get you open like black moon and spot a kill of gorillas
    A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your
    Soft spaces
    A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces
    And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy
    From now until i'm 50

    Hook:
    Unciviled (x4)
    But now i start to realize

    Don gobbi:
    Yo turn the mic on, ju visualize like nightcorn
    You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on
    You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong
    We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws
    Corona outlaws, 52 southpaw
    Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours
    Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded dominican dark meat

    Hook

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