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Turn Hard (Beholder and Lokiboy Club Collaboration)

(Beholder)                           I
Punk motherfuckers be getting hyped, before they go to the club
Thinking they deserve respect, but ain’t no love
Most of the motherfuckas in the club I don’t even like
So by nights end there will be a fight
Fuck who’s the guest star
Their performance won’t get far
On stage is thrown a bloody body
Now a riot has taken place of the party
Jewelry, wallets and purses being snatched right and left
While beatdowns are happening right next to the theft
Duck or fucking dodge-hit or be hit
The no-fighting fuckers better defend their shit
(Lokiboy)
Before I got to the club my plan was to get kicked out
And some pussy-ass fool get fucking knocked-out
Weapon check at the door
Means I’m weaponless on the dance floor
But who said I’m gonna dance
Because the only thing that will be shaking is someone’s ass
Then by security I’ll get snatched
Bum rushed out the front or out the back
If you think that will stop me. Not
Because me and my backup will be waiting in the parking lot
Sitting there all patient and calm
Then I’m setting it off like jungle warfare in Vietnam  

(Lokiboy)                        II
In the first verse that was Friday night shit
Now this is Saturday night shit
Different motherfuckin place around the same motherfuckin time
So I’m really about to fuck up someone’s good time
Drinking granddaddy’s moonshine while sitting in the car
Because to me this is the parking lot bar
Eyes red as hell, smoking that weed from my driver’s seat
Turn off the music-time for some ass too get beat
Once inside I never made it to the floor
Got kidnapped to VIP now getting pussy galore
Broke off proper from my baby mama’s sister
Since the age of thirteen she wanted me to rip her
Being eighteen she was most defiantly legal
And that pussy to me was precious like the ring to Smegal
It’s hard to start shit when pussy is riding your dick
That mixed with alcohol makes you seem to forget  
(Beholder)
Sitting at the bar minding my own
Watching the fool next to me get split from his ass to his dome
As well as my dog Lokiboy getting broke off in the VIP
Having that ho’ hollering, while knee deep in the pussy
He signaled my over-knocking on the window pane
Now on this ho we both running a club-house train
After my third nut, I left her sore and open
Rolled me a blunt and started smokin
Now I’m feeling good, but still have my wits
Just in case a motherfucka wants to start shit
Because if it happen I’m splitting them to the white meat
And the paramedics will be covering them with a white sheet

(Beholder)                              III
I’m hitting a fool across the head with a chair
His glass eye falls out as skull and blood fly everywhere
Only a minute ago I was smoking on a blunt
Talking to a cutie with a fat-ass trunk
Seeing his ho up on me set his hatin ass off
Now an ass whooping is what he caught
After I laid him out on the motherfuckin floor
His own bitch start kicking him some more
That got shit started again-now fools wanna fight
A table to somebodies throat crushes their windpipe
Patron bottle to the skull leaves another fool in a daze
And across his face broken glass begin to graze
Come to find out they were both brothers
Now they’re identical ugly motherfuckers
I guess mama have to buy that double black
Because both of her bitch-ass boys are on their back

(Lokiboy)
Pray on that bitch get you’re ho ass on
I’m getting hype, because there’re playing my fight song
Time for someone to shed a tear
Spill their blood like knocked over beer
Fuck if your dog poor or filthy rich
Too me everyone is elected for this ass whooping shit
Sets against sets start a club house war
Motherfuckers falling to the floor and running for the door
I lite the bar, because I like to see shit burn
My crazy ass got twenty counts of arson-I’ll never learn
Fuck everyone up in here, because I got no love
While on the wall I spell my name in someone’s blood
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