March of the Villains ft. Dumhi & Sick Six Lyrics

Yo, what I write is some shit they gonna eat up

Haj in the basement choppin' a breakbeat up

Bul should of known better talkin' that tough shit

Now your hard image too hard to keep up with

Probably wanna hug a sensitive thug

Clenched up, end up drenched up in blood

Spit shit that'll pistol whip dent up your mug

Have your chick hate my guts then we end up in love

It start off soft in a intimate setting

When I'm done it look more like a internet beheading

I be the black sheep that's far from the flock

Be the Chi Ali fresh out the bing on your block

Walk like I'm floating emperor in new clothing

Cats either too new for me or too olden

Me I'm from the golden era of fly spittas

Old enough to know better, young enough to fry niggas

I tried to tell your dumb ass a long time ago

Tell ya daddy, I'ma go let ya mama know

You done messed up now you learn the hard way

You tired yet homie? we can do this shit all day

Tired yet? we can do this shit all day

Wanna rap? we can do this shit all day

Wanna scrap homie? we can do this shit all day

Get dumb high? yeah meet us in the hallway

See I knew when I first slipped in

When I seen them shiny Buick's sittin' on them big rims

Park Ave, Bonneville, Grand Marquis

Looking like your borrowed your grandpa's keys

Know how to spot a Philly cat when I see'em

Been around the world seen Asians and Europeans

My African homie from Djibouti said your booty

Your groups unruly and your loops all fruity

Can't argue with that, that's what I told the kid

Tat on your neck, so much for the corporate gig

Damn that shit wack, I don't even sorta dig

Man where you live at? cause poppin' that over here

Will get you fucked up, oh you thuggin' for real

Come out back bet it sounds like we're clubbing a seal

This a Dumhi show, when we open for fools

They don't need a soundcheck just a rope and a stool

I tried to tell your dumb ass a long time ago

Tell ya daddy, I'ma go let ya mama know

You done messed up now you learn the hard way

You tired yet homie? we can do this shit all day

Tired yet? we can do this shit all day

Wanna rap? we can do this shit all day

Wanna scrap homie? we can do this shit all day

Get dumb high? yeah meet us in the hallway

I'm bout to show you, the Sick Side of things

You lose, it's a fixed lottery, you ooze, it's a hit artery

A movement, Krush Unit, Side and Me, I rape beats, sodomy

I violently attack tracks silently, provide the streets, inside of me is hungry

I gotta eat ya, Dumhi with features, if I don't reach us, God will teach us

Lot of leeches latch on and ride your blood streams

It kinda frustrates me, I'm tired of twerps Tweetin' me for certain purposes

It starts irking me, it's like a circus I'm starting to take it personal

The first person I see will get the worst of it

Killing a verse I rode around a track and in a hearse

Driving round in circles near Temple University

Cursing at cops, uncertain if I stop, yeah

I tried to tell your dumb ass a long time ago

Tell ya daddy, I'ma go let ya mama know

You done messed up now you learn the hard way

You tired yet homie? we can do this shit all day

Tired yet? we can do this shit all day

Wanna rap? we can do this shit all day

Wanna scrap homie? we can do this shit all day

Get dumb high? yeah meet us in the hallway