Take em Home lyrics

[U-God]
Yo, Yo Yo Yo
Y'all know me, I got the sick talk
Other MCs is phony, they just a rip-off
Boulders on my shoulders daily, gotta chip on
Hand on my steel for real, get my grip on
Exercise daily baby, get my dip on
Big bone n*ggas see me, on the flip phone
Hydro home grown stoned in my slip ons
Write hood songs with them heavyweight bosses
Honey with the hips put her lips on my sausage
Paint a portrait, then I pray at the alter
Then I shake the ground, I'mma pound your recorder
Every time I slaughter, bring back the coast
The raw un-cut, f*ck the lactose
I don't slack off, no, he not a rookie
It's f*cked up what Schwarzenegger did to Tookie
Off to a slow start, look how long it took me

[Necro]
Smack you in your face, knuckle you, jooks you, buck at you
There's so many different ways I could snuff you, who the f*ck are you?
We all bleed, Flesh is soft when a sharp blade hits
The sadist, Rep it, I'm decrepit like Sadie Glutz hips (b*tch)
Necro cuts clits, off with scissors
I f*ck tits with my di*k, Scorin' like Fabio Frizzi
Music in gore flicks, I'm vic'in your chain
Stick an ice pick in your brain, my sh*t is insane!
The brutalest verbal murder, sever cerebrums like a sledge hammer
Smash in your face, you heard it, I meant it, I mean it
Demented, obscene sh*t invented, get ya' feet cemented in blocks
And dropped over a bridge, until your spleen’s fermented
Danglin' a custom Necro chain, In front of a b*tch's face
Hypnotized and I'm makin' her give me brain
I treat b*tches like the piece of sh*t that they are, (Yo)
You'll wind up deceased b*tch, If you don't pull them tits out your bra
[U-God]
I know your repertoire, Psycho Logic on the disc
My heart piece is poundin' , I'm mobbin' with the lynch
We like Batman and Robin, we hoppin' off the bench
My hand piece is throbbin' to bang 'em with the wrench
I burn 'em to a crisp when I turn into the Grinch
Cool down your jet, baby, wet 'em til' he's drenched
If it don't make dollars, It don't make sense
If it don't politic, we don't break bread
The underground flava, we'll wig heads
Yeah, U-God and Necro, the Eagles is screamin'
Silverback gorillas, In bulletproof BMs
Get the f*ck outta dodge, let's blow this mausoleum

[Necro]
I got a big posse of kids that'll dead you for me
I earnt that sh*t through respect, loyalty and integrity
Street royalty, Brooklyn and Staten will f*ck you up
Psycho Logical Wu-Tang, Necro and U-God in the cut
My catalog is crills, the death funk is robust
I keep my sh*t dirty like bums in Dunkin' Donuts
Verse after verse, we don't bother with a chorus
We're gonna make our millions and have your fathers workin' for us