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kamackeris - mocknecks lyrics

kwite def ft. e depp – “mocknecks”
[emcee(s): e depp and kwite def]
[producer(s): x-ray da mindbenda]

[hook: e depp (of dirt nation)]
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing)
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?]. you don’t know nothing
(you don’t know nothing. you don’t know nothing)

[verse 1: e depp (of dirt nation)]
like
drips on the lips, i ips on these strips. f-ck
d-cks in a diner—i want queens from ghana
jet-black niners that protect my reminder
in case your honor try to get designer
like [?] i’ll be met with this. no
instructions were sent with this. not even a
goddess can creep up, deny this my strength like t-tus
n-gga, don’t ask me why. this sh-t the omega
‘cause i open all night like bodega
game like sega, rips on the regu’
arm to a leg-ah, leg-ah to the arm
rough like a bag of traum—uh uh, clear
my throat. catch my goat. we be hiding sheeps
in coat. n-gga, you get smoked like a ham
but you know i don’t f-ck with the swine. nothing but
the beef in my rhyme, never drop dimes

[hook: e depp (of dirt nation)]
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing (you don’t know nothing)
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?]

[verse 2: kwite def (of dirt nation)]
we’re rulers, we’re schoolers. each and every
night, door knocks, you’re foolish, two lips
talking with some large yapper tongue
caged in, now you swung. look what your chick brung:
treats for all and goodies. you saw the sign
no jeans, no kicks, no hoodies
f-ck that! ‘cause that’s how we roll
you don’t understand, you’ll find your left eye swole
i’ll burn ‘em whole [?] and
electrify a hundred percent, the ben franklin
we break off limbs on horses to wins
i’m spitting out phlegm to all of them, those who wanna
talk but don’t follow through. yeah, i could be
sweet, motherf-ck, yeah, sour too
talking out the side of your mouth, i’ll take you out
i seen the whole sh-t, i took the whole route, no doubt
but still kept focus
make the livest n-ggas take notice, and all my peoples
know this, spark up the next l
then write, the whole clique rock well. that’s it

[hook: e depp (of dirt nation)]
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
(you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?] (you don’t know nothing). you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing, you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
and [?]

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