Get Up Get Off

You got to get up if you wanna get

I hate people that aint movin their shoes
And I hate everybody that I see not feelin my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin the bar
But I hate everybody that dont like electric guitars

And I hate people who think they can dose up their medicine
Fuckin with venom and I twista show them the force
Id like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse
Only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers
Kick it with yall

But I hate phony ass people and I hate having no dro
And I hate bitchy-ass clubs that dont be havin' no bitches
That break it down to the floor and I hate when I cant help somebody
And I hate when I aint got dough, and I hate everyone feelin' twista
And prodigy rockin music party music control

Youve got to get up if you wanna get off

Keep your eyes open so I can stop you from blinkin'
Make you feel try to see what youre thinkin'
Through the hole in your dome while Im holding my own
Get so cold in the zone Im destroying my clone

I can fill the fuckin room up with torture and pain
Lyrical is coursing my veins
Its the trilogy of terror from my era
Agility that I scare ya because I hate yall