Hit Em Up [part 1] lyrics translation: HODINEM Hit Em Up [part 1] song texte and letras HODINEM Hit Em Up [part 1] tab, paroles and testo HODINEM Hit Em Up [part 1] Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Go Hoddy
Go Hoddy [HODINEM
Go Hoddy
Go Hoddy
Aiiyo!!
First off fuck you bitch and the shit you say,
Diss me but at least I don`t binge ad ain`t gay
You claim to be big-boned but you`ll fuck up your life
So fuck you fatboy drop the food lets fight
Plus, I`ll pay your liposuction your stomachs full of shit
You fat cunt and white lard-assed dickhead
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 fuck around with me, coz you ain`t ready for your next eat...
So fuck leeks, I`ll let ya fat-ass know we iz rivals for life
But you might fuckin` die tonight (HaHa)
Fatboy killed himself on a big steak grill
Fuck 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
Motherfucker, you eat `em up
Yo check this out your fat-ass ain`t even on my level,
I`ma finish my fuckin` rhyme, you fat lard-assed faggot
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-ass floored for talkin` back loads
Fat-ass I`ll murder ya, I`ll show ya where the burgers are, at my own restaurant while you get the piss-took
Drop, the Mars, then ya heart`ll stop, call the cops,
I`ma beat ya fat-ass Sweeney watch.
Now I Got all my homies makin` fun of ya Sweeney
Where`s ya fuckin` mother now, there`s only one of ya Sweeney
You a fat bastard, you can`t fuckin` chase me,
While I run for seven minutes to the motherfuckin` 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
Motherfucker, you eat `em up
You got a fat-ass 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 shit, I hope you iz just chokin`
You`ll have a stroke, an now we know why you never fucked with me after that time
Coz you a fat motherfucker, you should cut down on the slim
Talkin` `bout ya fuckin` dinner, it iz funny to me
You never get in trouble, I hope you choke on your tea
I`ma hard-headed fuckin` G,
I hope ya choke on ya fuckin` tea
Hey Ben, remember when I told you to fuck off that day?
It was obvious you`d eaten gravy
Now its all dessert, you gave up fuck all
49 thousand chips covered in gravy
While my songs makin` records break
2 and a half million sales by the second week
Motherfucker, you eat `em up!
I`m twattin` ya now cuz I can`t shoot you in school
Fuck that shit, I got an uzi in my bag
Get this shit off your dinner plate
Your pupils are dialated, you are pervailated
You will never get appriciated
I hope I watch `em bury you, bastard
Cuz fat cunts get fucked up and choked up
If that don`t work you`ll get your throat cut
"What tha fuck?"
Iz you stupid?
I choke ya Sweeney with a fuckin` 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 bastard
Gettin` heart attack seizures
I`ll feed ya cheese-burgers from McDonalds and McGreases
Fat bastard
Fattened up fuck up
Hodinem will always be
I`ll kill ya and leave the country!!! Send " Hit Em Up [part 1]" Ringtone to your Cell