Def Wish Lyrics - Singles - Compton's Most Wanted

Yeah, the MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin' 

House, you know what I'm sayin'? 

The Compton maniac, here to break your ass 

Something off real proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn 

Suckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the smoke 

'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic 

So enough with that punk shit, with your fucked up lyrics 

You can't shoot the gift like it should be shot 

Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, don't start, you'll get got 

And at the end of the trail is what's left 

Is a sucker motherfucker who done simped to death 

So if ya got static, go and gather up your army 

You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me 

I bet you sorry MC's never seen this 

A sucker punk hung up by his penis 

So watch out for a sucker on the gank 

'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank 

And it's the MC Eiht on your shit list 

Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def wish 

I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun 

You start shooting, then you are dead 

Phase two, it's the brother who be taxin' 

Runnin' over punks like my brother Bo Jackson 

As your card's on freeze frame your chicken 

It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin' 

All that pay back shit is in effect 

'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check 

So if your bitin' my lyrics, then fool you'll pay 

As you commence to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay 

So give up to the Compton psycho 

Bitin' me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick 

Not a funny man, but still I gives surprises 

Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises 

So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme 

And now I hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams 

Another victory on my list, one more punk ass fool with a def wish 

[Incomprehensible] right on time 

I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun 

You start shooting [Incomprehensible], then you are dead 

Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get with this 

I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist 

No mistakes I make, so don't fake 

You's as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake 

Don't try to bargain with the maniac maestro 

On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta show 

The capital E, the capital I, the capital H, the capital T, down MC 

Mike T is the partner down with me 

Suckers got static, here goes the G-A-T 

So take a step up and play for the rhythm 

From Compton boy and this is what I give 'em 

A blast from the gat just for talkin' that junk 

Feel like handlin' the business might smoke the punk 

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways 

And don't be no hero like in the western days 

At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me 

Grab your davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi 

And after all that, you'll still be R.I.P. 

If you fuck with me, fool, there's your def wish 

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? 

MC Eiht steppin' to the motherfuckin' 91 

My DJ mike T's in the motherfuckin' house 

Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown, yeah 

Right on time, I'll make you famous, then you are dead