Hatchet Lyrics

Hatchet lyrics

(Dirty Box)

Time to bury the bloody hatchet in your

motherfucking back

I laugh when I hear yo rib cage crack

I'm breakin you down

fuckin you up like sprack

you always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts

now i'm'a let you know what the soul for real is

come correct, let me know what the deal is

bro, pack your bowl, with my flow

shit just aint workin out

now i'm'a have to let you go



(Spyda)

Cant mess with us, better run you must

junkie ass niggas hands will be cut

the hatchet pierces your heart and soul

motherfuckin baby niggas cryin, wanna go home

we aint done with your bitch-ho-ass

I spit so hard the flow comes out real fast

since Halloween I been all up in your ass

ranked last at school in my motherfuckin class

but I done never gave a fuck so I make nerve gas



(Chorus)

Time to bury the hatchet,

Make that shit go deep

Your ass we attack it,

So you cant sleep

We're not your friends,

Thats why the knife will go deep

And if you cant take it,

Then go to fuckin sleep



(Kriminal)

Niggas cant breathe, niggas dont believe

that niggas go black-on-black, cuz niggas cant see

we all the same niggas, even though some cant read

we should fight the racist bastards, instead of the niggas

ya see?

what the fuck are you german? Fuhrman? your ass aint learnin

we for real nigga we kill like Persians

all the Kash Killaz ridin in a Ford Excursion

shoot up the suburds, and shoot up the urban

racism is alive and the Bush folk denyin it

political talk nigga and I'm tryin to fight it

wont stand for this bullshit, thats why we do shit



(Da Sorcerer)

Use my black motherfuckin magic

I'm a motherfuckin cocaine addict

and I've had it, fuck tampax dont pad it

that shit will bleed like you sporadic

been 5 days you aint dead? bitch your crabbin

dont get that shit on me bitch I'm like Aladdin

your ass will be clappin, I scare you make you crappin



(Chorus)



(Crooked Ed)

I'm just a god damned sideshow joke like Bob

motherfucking saying 'Whoa!' like Black Rob

hell I'm just trying to get in the hood, dawg

I might not be of your type, but I praise the same God

God also known as the late great Tupac



(Rahim)

The flow is filled with metaphors, and heteroes

homos and my bros, fight with trench coats

shoot up you m-fuckers like I shot up Elmo

Big Bird in the trunk smokin weed like a punk

this style I rhyme with aint been used since Kings of Krunk

but we dont get it crunk, we get it fucked up

drink so much liquor, you'd think we'd have cups

a 5th of vodka followed by fuckin this bitch named Rhonda

screamin help me Rhonda, when my shit is stuck 

dont matter nigga if it breaks off, nigga your fucked

so I pull the gun and out and this slut I shoot up

nothing positive here motherfucker, tough luck

my ego is so big its already squashed some kids

I went to the deep south they callin me nig

shit like that you can never forget, and never forgive

thats why I'm always up to stab some redneck motherfuckin shit



(Chorus)



(Dominique)

Aint got a chance to spit? well I dont give shit

your mom is givin me brain in your own crib

I took your damn car and got it lifted

your little sister's pussy? shit I already ripped it

no spinners that shit is gone nigga its now thrifted

your ass got hemeroids nigga now you gon shit it?

I dont really pity your ass so tough shit

I bury the hatchet in your ass, fuckin bitch



(G-Mony)

Thats the K to tha A to tha S to tha H

yeah and K to tha I double L and A through Z

motherfuckers cant fuck with me

Kash Killaz represent



(Chorus)