Show 'em Hell Songtext
von Tuff Crew

It′s official, the Butch is the coldest beast
He cracks the hardest concrete
I'll take and make, insulate the track
Educate the wack and in fact
I′ll pack the posse's bags, still go
To the backroom with a female vacuum
Clean up, burn up, bust up, run up in like no one else can
I am the man they call the overlord
The kid is the lyrical auditor
Dare the tutor to score and pour juice
As the deuce bust out once more and...

Show 'em hell! (x5)


Showin′ ′em hell, flowin' ′em well, the kid in you
In your face, my rhyme's hittin′ you
No time to wonder, I take you under
L's on top, say the number one
Top guns, havin′ fun, still ain't done
The shogun assassin, slashin' tons of vocab, son
Run, or be considered done
′Cause I grab the microphone, go danger zone
Change the tone, ′cause your attitude, homes
Does no damage, chill, examine
The bad to the bone brother jammin'

Show ′em hell! (x5)
'Cause the posse′s thick

Danger zone as I get up on this
Ride around the way I write a rhyme with the rawness
Goin' the distance, you might as well join us
Dazzle your mind from the start like a head rush
Contagious, I spread, you catch it
Tell the next man, ain′t a crew to match it
Lots of knots comin' in so I stash 'em
Nuts who bluff to be tough so I smash ′em
Then I make a move, a dash
Right past the garbage and put out the trash
Like a rash, I soon break out
To hunt down another soft brother to take out
Like a semi-automatic assault weapon
Spray a sucker with rhymes who keeps steppin′
Further, my song's a murder
Just for the new jack acts I never heard of


Show ′em hell! (x5)
'Cause the posse′s thick