Punk Motherfukaz (Demo)

[Chorus: Onyx, Fredro Starr, Sonsee & Sticky Fingaz]

Punk motherfukaz, punk-punk motherfukaz

(Yeah)

(Punk ass niggas)

Punk motherfukaz, punk-punk motherfukaz

(This is my year, nigga!)

Punk motherfukaz, punk-punk motherfukaz

Punk motherfukaz, punk motherfukaz

(Check me out, son!)

Punk motherfukaz, punk-punk motherfukaz

(Check me out)

Punk motherfukaz, punk motherfukaz

(Aiyyo)

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr & Onyx]

(Who's the punk master?) The pussy one, who is he?

He ain't getting busy, I get grizzly (Uh-huh)

I'ma have a field day with ya'll, motherfuckaz (Yeah)

Bringing ninety six degrees in December

(Fuck all ya'll!) I don't give a fuck about none of ya'll

I'm running ya'll, punk motherfuckaz, I'll put the gun in ya'll

So pipe down, I got this mic now, the sound that

Makes niggas wanna fuck shit up on shaky ground

(Spiеs like us!) Rush guys like you (Yeah)

I stomp out crеws with dog shit on my shoes

[Chorus: Onyx & Sticky Fingaz]

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

(God damn you!)

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]

Punk ass niggas make me fucking sick

And I can't take it no more, I'm getting tired of this shit

If ya'll, stupid ass motherfuckaz, don't quit

I'm a have a fit and ya'll gonna regret it (Word up!)

Fuck that scrub, you're a piece of shit (Word up!)

And you pissing me off nigga, get off my dick (Uh-huh)

Matter of fact, lay on the floor, 'cause you dead meat

And I know you a pussy, 'cause you are what you eat

Sweet pretty bitch niggas need to stay off the street

[Chorus: Onyx]

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

[Verse 3: Sonsee, Onyx & Fredro Starr]

Come on, nigga, what are you dusted? Your shit gonna get crushed, kid

(Fuck the discussions!) Niggas just get concussions

The synapses, I make them collapse with relapses

I'm a hazard, perhaps it's the way that I trash shit

Your punk ass style is bullshit, garbage, doo-doo

(Extra little) I'm droppin' the big shit that bust your whole fucking noodle

Punk motherfuckaz irk my nerves to the maximum

And I'm asking them no questions, when I'm seem them, I'm bashin' them

Give me that goddamn mic, you can't handle it

Touch one of mine and watch the vandal get to slam you, kid

(Slam!) Like Hulk Hogan, when I'm choking my trigger

For a nigga who want to linger, I'm a put him through the ringer

Word to mama, I'm a let the joint do the honor

(Fuckin' suckaz! Punk motherfuckaz!)

[Chorus: Onyx]

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

(They gonna make us)

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

(Fuck somebody up)

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

(If they keep on)

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

(Fronting like the way they do)

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]

The words that I write, I recite with all my might

'Cause if rap 'cause violence I'ma try to start a fight

To keep all these punk ass niggas from out my sight

You know cheesy ass niggas are easy to identify

They never look you in the eye and they be fuckin' up your high

So if and when I die don't let no fake

Punk ass motherfuckaz come to my wake

[Verse 5: Sonsee, Fredro Starr & Onyx]

Well, I'm back again starting shit, punk, you want no part of it

My crew beat ass, the demolitionists, so to hell with all you novices

I could just smack a punk in the face with a spiked glove (With much love)

And hang 'em, therefore they gonna get rubbed

The wrong way, the strong play hard! That's us!

The ramrod, then bust puss at your squad

[Verse 6: Sticky Fingaz & Onyx]

Meep-meep, ariba-ariba, undalay-undalay, gang way!

That's what dumb punk niggas used to say (Uh-huh)

But take your fucking time and hold your horses

We got an army and coming through with armed forces

[Verse 7: Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz & Onyx]

You's a punk motherfuckaz and your mother's a punk bitch

You gotta hit harder than that nigga, is that all you can come with?

I'll beat the living shit out this nigga (Nah, yo, fuck that, let this nigga suffer)

I'll tie him up, fuck his girl and handcuff her

The rougher, the harder

I'll whip your ass like your father (Go to your room!)

You peaches and herbs (But we disturb the peace!)

You're the motherfucka that be calling police

And I'm starving, screaming on them deep, "What's to eat?"

The first motherfucka that go to sleep

[Verse 8: Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz & Onyx]

Ahhh, I'm sore, it's this punk nigga's fault

Let's bust 'em all down and beat them to a bloody pulp

(Roar!) Hardcore galore is what I'm for

And breaking punks jaws, let me hear yeah ya'll

(Yeah ya'll) I'm the kind to swing on ya mind

A pay taker KO'in punks with verbal haymakers

Connections whenever I'm plexin'

Ain't no question, punks prepare for some more stressin'

(Punk ass)

[Chorus: Onyx]

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

[Outro: Onyx]

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk-punk motherfuckaz

Punk motherfuckaz, punk motherfuckaz