Bang Lose

Off that ignorant, belligerent

Gorilla people like mugilla

From the chickens liver stanky rivers like kitty liver

Take my finger out your putang you smelly funkadelic

With funkadelic reteric for you relics

(The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper)

The Grim reaper's grim reaper

I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon

The game sprays out of my mouth, like a can of Krylon

Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on

You had tights on like you had nylons on

Boogie banga funked out panty stainer

Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger

Smell me

(It's the words man)

Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose

About to set the fly one

Down with the ghetto Hiesman

I'll serve niggaz in the third person

Don't even try it

Vaboom, he's back to putting in work

Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk

Make'em bang-bang

Make'em all move

Do the damn thing

My niggaz bang loose

Timmmber

Hawk it's the big hawk

Ready to chalk

With the boom ping, ping

That make the Dre swing, swing

Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger

Hit. Click, click, click, click, click

Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla

Did-a-any-body kill her?

I'm blasting

None of them like Danskin

Closing caskets

Chromed

Put my LA throat back on

It's back on and getting cheddar

In my ride with the blue feather

In Linen

Strolling with the vengeance

And when I make that gun clap

Bitch niggaz roll like pigeons

So if you claiming than brang it

And be about the drama

It's WC and I ain't your mama

Nigga make way for the big bomber

Mr. all night rider

Original bang hand glider

Scuffing up Chucks swiftly

Looking for a spot launch that mini-mat

And that's a hard hat

Do it till I get you

Pistol grip whip you

Nigga your pitiful

Picture me back burner material

Never

Scraped off Serial numbers and brought

Ditching your block when live while you work

Cause it ain't no half repping

Either you riding or not

Cock it or keep stepping

Come on

Feel the breeze

What, y'all ain't know?

I got a squad so cold

We freeze all area codes

They need this - real Gs

Critical thesis

Bound to break shit down to quarter pieces

For real

DeVil the boss under the Dub

Swanging

Giving orders to chickens and thugs

It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow like me

Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me

For sure, I've been none to loc for way too long

Now the spot lights on me, so believe me it's on

Its funny the way I'm hated

Always underrated

But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna test me - I wish you would

Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood

I come thru unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades

Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade

This ain't no game nigga

So, don't fuck with T

Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries

I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs

For pushing off trying to take these keys

A female fely in Burberry

Picking up money from the commissary

Don't fuck with Terry

WC...Dr. Stank....DeVil...Lady T

Swang on

Swang on