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hodinem - releasing anger lyrics

[yo! hodinem’z in tha m-th-f-ckin’ house]
when no-one’s watchin’ i’ll f-ck ya spouse
i’m quick wit my rhymes, all da f-ckin’ time
i f-cked your b-tch, cracked open your wine
i’ll always be around,
no-one ta stop me coz of my sounds
no sh-t i act like slim, but i ain’t him
i know for a fact, i’m betta than him
hodinem walks in da door
talkin’ sh-t [hardcore!]
my freestyles i spit, definately ain’t sh-t
know this: hodinem ain’t scared to hustle, haggle, spit, slit, sh-t, d-ck, b-tch!
so say my motherf-ckin’ name, play da motherf-ckin’ game
hodinem’ll be around, wit all deez motherf-ckin’ sounds
i’m this, i’m that, no sh-t i ain’t black.
people say white rappaz get laughed at
not only that you heard me upstairs, i’m sh-t, i can’t rap
no-one’ll get my rap style banned
tryin’ ta throw me away like a frizbee, i’ll be back like a boomerang.
hodinem’z got his own gang.
so, izzy, wizzy hodinem’z gettin’ busy
diss me all, i know you won’t
coz it’ll be you who is the stupid c-nt
when hodinem stops, you know, he ain’t finished
coz then you’ll feel the wrath of a menace.
i’m the thug, the n-gg- you’ll love ta hate.
i say f-ck the world, i take a glance and they know it’ll be my chance to advance
so everyone betta back the f-ck up, before they get smacked the f-ck up
hodinem is infiite, you heard of h-ll?
well i was sent from it.
all deez whack emcee’s ain’t nothin’ but sh-t, they got no keys, no partnership deals and no cheese, i guess they just lowlife g’s
people sayin’ i’m a fake–ssed rapper,
but if a b-tch don’t satisfy, i’ll slap ‘er
i hate people who tell me to keep my styles the cleanest, well,
they don’t know sh-t, i’m keepin’ my styles the leanest, the meanest.
coz this is my first rap, i thought i’d add no chorus, [but why?]
cuz i didn’t wanna bore us
all this rap sh-t takes time to come to terms with, but better to start now,
writin’, sh-tein’, spit-shinin’, handgliding, fantasizing.
but no matter what people say i’m gonna keep on rappin’ this way.
when i first started i sounded sh-te,
but now my styles are explosive, like dynamite [yo!]
i’m a hostage taker, a ball breaker i’ll tell ya to your face you ain’t sh-t but a faker.
i’ll always remember, coz i never forget, white girls around black rappers ain’t sh-t but sweats.
i’m like limp bizkit, i keep on rollin’, i’m strollin’ through this rap,
with no pressure and no heat.
i’ll always be back after a defeat [prove it!]
meet me on the street at dusk, there’ll be no f-ckin’ fuss
i’ll use my words to crush my opponents, i never show no emotion, my words will kill whoevers steppin to me
my words are like weaponry on a record!

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