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lirik lagu hit ’em up [part 1] – hodinem

go hoddy
go hoddy [hodinem}
go hoddy
go hoddy
aiiyo!!

first off f-ck you b-tch and the sh-t you say,
diss me but at least i don’t binge ad ain’t gay
you claim to be big-boned but you’ll f-ck up your life
so f-ck you fatboy drop the food lets fight
plus, i’ll pay your liposuction your stomachs full of sh-t
you fat c-nt and white lard–ssed d-ckhead
i’ll keep on punchin’ you think its fnny when your lettin’ off a kef
eatin’ more food while i’m punchin at your chest, you need to rest
die later, go ask the slimfast high leaders about their five ways to eat that you don’t see when they released
yo, sweeney you shouldn’t f-ck around with me, coz you ain’t ready for your next eat…
so f-ck leeks, i’ll let ya fat–ss know we iz rivals for life
but you might f-ckin’ die tonight (haha)
fatboy killed himself on a big steak grill
f-ck wit me and get your stomach drilled…
you know

chorus: grab 380’s when ya see hodson
call the cops when ya see hodson
you ate all you could at the picnic
i hope you relapse any minute
motherf-cker, you eat ’em up

yo check this out your fat–ss ain’t even on my level,
i’ma finish my f-ckin’ rhyme, you fat lard–ssed f-ggot

yo!
eat all ya can, yo.
eat all ya can, yo
one day your heart’ll stop
hodinem, fightin’ back, you’ll have a heart attack
ben sweeney gettin’ his fat–ss floored for talkin’ back loads
fat–ss i’ll murder ya, i’ll show ya where the burgers are, at my own restaurant while you get the p-ss-took
drop, the mars, then ya heart’ll stop, call the cops,
i’ma beat ya fat–ss sweeney watch.

now i got all my homies makin’ fun of ya sweeney
where’s ya f-ckin’ mother now, there’s only one of ya sweeney
you a fat b-st-rd, you can’t f-ckin’ chase me,
while i run for seven minutes to the motherf-ckin’ p-u-b.

chorus: grab 380’s when ya see hodson
call the cops when ya see hodson
you ate all you could at the picnic
i hope you relapse any minute
motherf-cker, you eat ’em up

you got a fat–ss but you ain’t on no mission
still, this ain’t no freestyle of ben gettin’ killed with his stomach open
eatin’ more and more sh-t, i hope you iz just chokin’
you’ll have a stroke, an now we know why you never f-cked with me after that time
coz you a fat motherf-cker, you should cut down on the slim
talkin’ ’bout ya f-ckin’ dinner, it iz funny to me
you never get in trouble, i hope you choke on your tea
i’ma hard-headed f-ckin’ g,
i hope ya choke on ya f-ckin’ tea
hey ben, remember when i told you to f-ck off that day?
it was obvious you’d eaten gravy
now its all dessert, you gave up f-ck all
49 thousand chips covered in gravy
while my songs makin’ records break
2 and a half million sales by the second week
motherf-cker, you eat ’em up!

i’m tw-ttin’ ya now cuz i can’t shoot you in school
f-ck that sh-t, i got an uzi in my bag
get this sh-t off your dinner plate
your pupils are dialated, you are pervailated
you will never get appriciated
i hope i watch ’em bury you, b-st-rd
cuz fat c-nts get f-cked up and choked up
if that don’t work you’ll get your throat cut
“what tha f-ck?”
iz you stupid?
i choke ya sweeney with a f-ckin’ guitar chord and stuff ya in cardboard
chopped up in a box, wit all ya flabby parts
i’ll stomp on ya heart
hodinem up in here, kill ya mother while you watch
if i were you i’d lock ya doors
cuz i’ll beat ya up worse that tupac shakur

you a fat b-st-rd
gettin’ heart attack seizures
i’ll feed ya cheese-burgers from mcdonalds and mcgreases
fat b-st-rd
fattened up f-ck up
hodinem will always be
i’ll kill ya and leave the country!!!

- hodinem

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