Wakedafucup - Onyx, Onyx feat. Dope DOD

Niggas sleepin' better, wake the fuck up!

This weed habit, drink the fuck up!

Bloody murder, you get ate the fuck up!

Your whole crew, we will break the fuck up!

You better than us

The fuck will spark the East coast up, oh shit

The fuckin' beast woke up, from this deep sleep

Niggas is borin', fucking all these weak beast

The beast was snorin', now the beast is hungry

Stomac is growlin' nigga and such

And now it’s stock in the

Motherfucker is smilin', but nobody smilin'

‘cause where I’m from, motherfuckers niggas we wallin'

And the wolves be howling

Mines be golden, cars be stolen

We’re coming out the gutter, like fucker we bowlin'

The shit that I’m holding

Niggas talk shit, put the 50 and call in

Oh shit, you don’t woke up the monster

I smell rappers, no wonder

It’s obvious, you gotta to, Booh!

And now these rappers are (Booh!)

You call her fool like a bitch

Lala you signin' and dancin', you bitch!

You need to loosen up your clowd nigga

And leave the dance to them hoes nigga

Hip-hop started out on the block

I fall asleep at the wheel, then shit crashed and it popped

When I speak, the hood got the ears up spark

And I’mma leave my walker

You gotta it with the odds

Bitches you know

Nigga you know Am I wrong?, hip hop need a face lift

And we better face than the man that face the

Blades and nunchucks

Blaze and gun shots

When I’m done they can rake their guts up (motherfucker)

This heat turn your face to slush pop

Right to hell, this is satan’s bus stop

Got a hot bitch cuffed-up

Take the drugs, love

You get raped and butt fucked

I snort speed then wake I the fuck up

Kind of off topic but hey

I’m somewhat crazed and drunk off

You makin' rum shots

White boy’s cables cut off

Angels dust drops, how that taste?

D.O.D.

mad face, pros case

Niggas got no taste, but when I’m looking that fuckers in the figures

We hard body karate, Killuminati niggas

I’m a, hip-hop we deliver

You niggas pop so I’ll pop and I’ll shine you liver

Try to copy what I gotta no copy you chop

Niggas they clamin' they heartless, we put 2 on yo' mama' (Braw, Braw)

Brain stickin in your head that it looks like pasta

Ain’t speaking Christian you dead on the floor, an imposter

See I’m obsessed with this sport

Less than I’m core

Reppin' with the Onyx, Niggas back with the force

We back in this war, we back in, of course

So all ya' boot legged nigga get yo' ass to the store (raw)

You’re sleeping, bed is burning

Keep sleeping, bed is burning Keep sleeping, keep sleeping

Keep sleeping, bed is burning Keep sleeping, keep sleeping