Blonde Bomber: The Mixtape

by Hammel Heinrich a.k.a. Sneaky Sneak of Lazër

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Many more bangerz comin' soon.


released November 9, 2016

© 2016 Uzi Muzik / The Bizness Company / Sneaky Productionz (ASCAP)


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Track Name: Blonde Bomber (Dirk Nowitzki)
Iz where hiz birth occurred
Where Dirk emerged straight out the blue
Like Smurf turdz
Dirty like curse wordz
All day with the fall-away
Call game, iz y'all insane?
You just ball, he Hall of Fame
Tick-tock, check the clock, mayne
Go 'head and just pick your spot, mayne
Go 'n' get all up in hiz jock, mayne
D still gon' hit the shot, mayne!
When dude'z free, you gotz to pass it
Assuming you wantz a basket
The fool be straight automatic
So who thinkz they could stop the Maverickz?

Mavz fanz all over earth
Holla back if y'all roll with Dirk
Dish the rock, let him go to work
Get him hot, he'll go berserk
That tall baller, gettin' buzy
Blonde bomber, who iz he?
Big D, if you with me, then scream
"Dirk Nowitzki!"

Now in case y'all forgot the song
This ain't no false alarm
Big D still got that awesome blonde
He droppin' bombz
Some people fronted when he first crossed the pond
But y'all waz wrong, we seen it all along
7 feet with a shot? Come on!
Now peep game, here'z a fun fact:
I can think of only one cat
Who come overseaz and won that MVP
With skillz you scrubz lack
Shot sharp az thumbtackz
Grabbed hiz nutsack and sparked a comeback
Look up at the rafterz, you see the banner?
Nowitzki hung that!

Mavz fanz all over earth
Holla back if y'all roll with Dirk
Pick and pop, let him go to work
Get him hot, he'll go berzerk
That tall baller, gettin' buzy
Blonde bomber, who iz he?
Big D, if you with me, then scream
"Dirk Nowitzki!"

Here-here-here-here'z Nowitzki!
Here'z Nowitzki!
Here-here-he-he'z heating...
Here-here-here-here'z Dirk!
He-he-he-he-he-he-he'z heating up!

Baseline J (shake 'em off now)
Pull-up trey (break 'em off now)
One-leg fade (shake 'em off now)
All damn day (sing the song now)

Great Scott! Dirk'z gettin' way hot
That'z why he rock a tank top
He get paid to pop bank shotz
And raindropz, you cain't stop him... 'fraid not
OMG! Nowitzki
Scoring tonz, with more to come
Before he'z done
The Deustchman who waz born to gun
Swish 41

Hey yo Rick, put away the clipboard
Iso Dirk, he 'bout to rip cordz
When 41'z in the gym, you get torn up
In short, go keep your bench warm
Spin toward the rim, score in your face (cash)
He took less to win more
Anywhere on this court, the kid'z a lit torch
You see the fingertipz scorch?
Go ask hiz mentor, Holger helped with hiz form
But the game waz inborn
Make you wanna switch sportz
D'z too tall for threez and too quick for big fourz
That German import make it rain indoorz
And when it rainz, it pourz
We got a shooter loose in the building
Check the sixth floor, you foolz have been warned!

Mavz fanz all over earth
Holla back if y'all roll with Dirk
Dish the rock, let him go to work
Get him hot, he go berzerk
That tall baller, gettin' buzy
Blonde bomber, who iz he?
Big D, if you with me, then scream
"Dirk Nowitzki!"

Oh my god! Ohhhhh! Shut it down! Let'z go home! Woooo!
It'z a wrap, Dirk!
Man, that iz a [w]rap!
Track Name: Murk the Game
There'z been another homicide
Another MC gone and died
And hiz mama cried
When they found him in a ditch with hiz body hog-tied
The assailant teared hiz voice box out and hiz face waz ripped off
But the dental recordz and autopsy ID'ed the victim az Rick Ross
A witness on the scene seen a tall blonde flee in a limouzine
This iz now a pattern
That makez three dead rapperz now countin' the last onez
They found Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka last week in a trash heap
With both their neckz broke in half
And their headz jammed up in each other'z asscheekz

It'z Hammel, you heard the name
You heard the name
I came to murk the game
Murk the game

You heared about MF Doom?
They had to have him exhumed to see what happened
Seemz he waz just nappin' in hiz living room
When somebody breaked in the house and removed hiz mouth
This monster'z out there doin' this right now!
Who'll be the next guy found lyin' face-down on the ground
Dyin' from live roundz with hiz tongue sliced out?
Tyler, The Creator probably
Oddly hiz future'll find him bodied
Watch A$AP Mob and J. Cole
Az they roll out on a gurney
Word B, I murk theze rapperz
Make Young Money run from me
... That'z a gun, dummy
Shit on Nicki, piss on Drizzy, that bitch iz history
Rap Nowitzki, blitzkrieg a 2 Chainz
And nah, I ain't forgetted you, Wayne
Chop off that thing you claim'z a head
With a blade that I ganked from Wu-Tang
When I slain the RZA
Sneaky iz the grim reaper, get some reefer
Leave it on a land mine for Wiz Khalifa
And laugh while I give the finger

It'z Hammel, you heard the name
You heard the name
I came to murk the game
Murk the game

Backpackin' rapperz to superstarz
I don't care who you are
You're dead man, I shut Def Jux the fuck down
And next up iz Def Jam
Jeezy? He'd be too eazy
A couple ki'z, he'd agree to meet me
In a dark alley...
Sneaky up on the roof with the scope, he go POOF!
Young Hova getting' runned over
Salute me, you'z done soldier
Roc boyz, y'all done gone the wrong way
Should've let me write your songz, 'Ye
But I ain't Rhymefest, I'm just
Gettin' somethin' off my chest, you guyz test my patience
Goodness gracious, I haz to laugh
I still ain't done Aftermath
Tell Kendrick I'll split hiz wig with a single order:
Drop the mortar and bombz away!
This iz not your day
I got Dr. Dre in chronic pain
Where'z Eminem? Send him in
Hammel gon' finish him
Spine-rip, Mortal Kombat type-shit
Courtesy of Heinrich

It'z Hammel, you heard the name
You heard the name
I came to murk the game
Murk the game

Uh... uh...
In hip-hop it'z no rulez
Sneaky take it old school and murder thoze foolz
KRS, all them D'z
Kool Moe, Chuck, Mike, even Schoolly
Rev. Run, I shoot him
DMC and Rick Rubin 'cauze he produced them
Even Eric B.
Man, I don't care if he made the beat, beware of me
No Sneak, not him! You don't want a problem with Rakim!
It'z no prob, I spray the god
A walk-by on my way to Todd
Spot L comin' out Chanel, cock the 12-gauge
And rock hiz bellz, I pop them shellz
A basket case, no rapper'z safe
Iz that Masta Ace?
I waz born to roll on theze bastardz
Slash your face and trash your place
Searchin' for Marley'z address
Gotz to wet the whole Juice Crew, him and Shan next
Hmmm, G Rap still spittin' okay
But I can't skip him, no way!
Then Biz and Kane get slain, I'm insane
Cypress taught me this, mayne
But fuck Muggz and B Real
You putoz ain't been dope since I rode a Big Wheel
You get killed, hit Quik tonight too
Had to uze my AK on Ice Cube
Got Hav' and P straight shook, do not sleep
I teach you how to really Mobb Deep
Az in “six feet”, you fuckin' pipsqueakz
I turn MCz to mincemeat
Slam Onyx... (Slam!)
Leave their ass catatonic, I act demonic
Attackin' at random, pauze it
The game done got full of shit, this a rap colonic
And all theze catz gettin' jacked like anabolicz
I had to drop this catastrophic track to splatter rapperz
... Jackson Pollock
Track Name: Jackin' for Beatz 2
Hey yo Hammel!
Yo, what it iz?
You know ain't nobody on your level, right?
Heh, no doubt!
Muhhfuckaz ain't spittin' with you!
Oh, hell no.
That's why we gotz to jack 'em for their beatz, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up.
So look here: I'ma give you five minutez to show theze niggaz who the fuck you iz, aiight?
Go 'head and body that shit, mayne!

Uno, T-W-O...
Who told you hoez you could uze a few flowz
From you know who?
I suplex you pinche putoz
Get sumo-slammed, hundred-hand slapped
Smacked up and that'z that
I do my trackz inside the U-boat
Too deep for you dopez

Shake it fast, make the cash
Let me spank that ass
Take it off, make it pop
Drop it like it'z hot
Girlie go, work the pole
Horizontal, vertical
All around, up and down
Baby, scrub the ground

Okay, now I'm ready to roll (ooooooh)
The tempo got me revvin' to go (ahhhhhh)
Electro, it'z inevitable
Depeche Mode get me sweatin' fa sho
Hot to death yo, check my dress code
Fresh gold chain, I'm ill az strep throat
Shine on my neck so bright
It make my whole head glow more than Destro
UFO-type hoez on my testiclez
Nymphoz... tig ol' bittiez
Mmmm... this thing haz potential
Oh… best not forget Crow
He locked on with that infra-red scope
So if yo' ass ain't movin' yet, so long
You 'bout to explode!

God damn, Sneak! Slow your roll mayne, let these niggaz' brainz catch up!
Aiight... hit me...

Heh... Let'z get down to brass tackz
Theze rapz danger az haz-matz
So don't think just 'cauze Double-H make you dance
That he won't clap gatz, brrrap brrrap!
I tear rapperz brand new asscrackz
Take 'em to school like backpackz
'cauze their rhymez iz wack, and minez iz jam-packed
With mad punchlinez and laugh trackz
I stack cash like flapjackz
More scratch than a nasty bad rash
Y'all playin' grab-ass with frickin' Lance Bass
I'm backstage gettin' a lap dance
Act fast, suppliez can't last much longer, ma
She got my flag at half-mast
Shawty catch a nad-blast
Hey yo H! What up, fam?
Pull up your damn pantz!

No! Never!
Shut up! Shut uuuuuuuup!

Heh... yeah... fat chance!
Shit gettin' hot az Backdraft
So don't test me, stick with lab ratz
I'm spittin' fresh Saran [W]rapz
Spreadin' verbal anthrax
Through CDz and Sneaky'z Bandcamp
Xanax, crazy barz
Heat for the street, on theze beatz I'm Mad Max
Black glovez, black mask...
Creep in that hooptie hatchback
Uzi in the Gucci knapsack
Mac in my lap, #ipackstrapz
And Glad bagz for theze
Trash MC'z on that stupid swag crap
The sad fact iz theze dudez iz pussy
They need rapper Tampax

'cauze they ain't sneaky like me
Your boy iz Beastie, ask Mike D
I laid down more trackz than Chineze
Somebody find me a nice breeze
'Cauze I be too hot, too bad you not
I burn up your boombox
Stay high az rooftopz and freakin' moon rockz
Drop some 2Pac

We goin' platinum, nigga, we goin' platinum!

Y'all scared... and it don't come az no surprize
Got you shakin' in your bootz... lemme show you why
'Cauze when Sneaky get to kickin' like Cobra Kai
Fuck around, give you more than a swollen eye
Wanna battle?
Better run out to the store and buy
Some better lyricz and a flow before you try
To roll the dice with a general, soldier I...
Will light you up like the sky on 4 July
Y'all could bury me alive in a hole to die
But I reanimate and rize up overnight
Like Mumm-ra, with [w]rapz and immortal life
Demonized, you be haunted by a poltergeist
Oh my... this guy shouldn't hold a mic
Said he knowed how to rhyme... but he told a lie
Meanwhile I got hiz main biatch open wide
Do the math, I'ma teach her how to multiply

Walk in the door, shorty hit the floor
She ain't waste no time, straight gettin' low
Started strippin' clothez off like a centerfold
Talkin' 'bout "Hammel go hard" like I didn't know
Now we in the zone, yeah we finna bone
This chick blowin' on my dick like a piccolo
Flip her over and stick her in the figure-four
Hit her with a load, said she couldn't take anymore
That SuperSnake sneak out at nighttime
To skeet webz and fight crime
Rapperz cain't write rhymez like mine
I'm a god damned muzik Einstein
You foolz ain't fillin' my shoez
I don't care if they super-size you
You 5'2” and I'm huge, you tryin' to fight who?
That'z suicide, dude!

'Cauze ain't nobody touchin' H-A double-M-E-L
'cept for them freaky femalez
My LPz sellz out the retail chainz
Gettin' more spinz than Sprewellz
She sellz seashellz, a tounge-twister
Listen up mister, better come get your
Little young sister 'fore I done sticked her
I'm just havin' fun wit'cha
I'm gettin' hungry, it'z time to eat a
Cheezy MC like a slice of pizza
Now say hi to the bad guy (Okay?)
And my little friend, yeah, nice to meet ya!
Every line iz ether
I'm rappin' lapz around catz in flyest sneakerz
It'z like this: Hammel'z the shit
And y'all just diarrhea
See ya!
Track Name: So Gangsta
Hey yo Sneak
Get on your job, nigga
No mercy
Shut this shit the fuck down!

Yo baby, your man'z a pansy
I'm so gangsta, I sag my jammiez
Start bangin' before I'm even out the bed
Fuck smilin', I can't be happy
The do-rag, the goatee
The tattooed tearz on my domepiece, plus some gold teeth
40 oz. of O.E.
My homiez O.G., you know we never snitch to police
No doubt, we loc'ed-out
Chromed-out '64, 'bout to hit the dopehouse
A whole ounce to smoke out
Zapp & Roger "More Bounce" got my wooferz blown out
Yeah bitch! Chillin' with your hoe
Really gettin' dough 'cauze I'm silly with the flow
Pick a muhhfuckin' beat, I'm killin' it fa sho
Mouth like a Glock nine milli' finna blowwww
A drive-by, with rhymez I...
Know I'm quite fly for a white guy, murder a mic, why
Would you diss that Uzi Muzik cartel?
You might die, boom biddy bye bye!

'cauze you're so gangsta
That'z gangsta
Hella gangsta
I'm a gangsta
So gangsta
So gangsta

Back in the building, swag on a billion
Hide all your women and childrenz
There'z an ill wind blowin', Hammel still flowin'
Bunch of lil' homiez on bikez that'll kill for him
So quit fuckin' around
You wanna get found under the ground? We buckin' 'em down
I've been in love with the sound of gunz since I waz 1
Wearin' Huggiez and tuckin' the pound, 'ey!
I move rapz and work at the same time
If you heard a wack verse, it ain't mine
It'z Double-H on the P-Thugg baseline
It bang so hard, you be throwin' a gang sign
What you claimin'? Put your 'hood up
If you ain't from theze partz, I would duck
I should fuck you up just for settin' foot here
But I don't wanna scuff my good Chuckz
They say Sneak let the game corrupt him
He ballin' with them eséz like Duncan
Lazër got that gangsta funk in the trunk
When you ready boy, come get jumped in

'cauze you're so gangsta
That'z gangsta
Hella gangsta
I'm a gangsta
So gangsta
So gangsta

Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me go get my chrome
Or Lazër Crow, he a deadly drone
He'll turn your head to confetti, homez
See Sneak rap for greenbackz
Pump theze trackz like I'm slangin' G-packz
Fiendz say, "I need that!"
And when it endz, play it again, call it a rematch
More chill than an igloo
Thingz jump off, I'ma give you wingz, though
At my show, I'ma dap you if you singz
If you don't, I'll fuck any bitch you bringz, yo
Run trainz like Am-Trak
Iz that a fact?
I don't know, iz Shaq black?
Do I rock Mavz hatz and grab Macz
To wet wack rap actz up like bath matz?
No "quack quack"... but y'all gotta duck like Aflac
I'm manic, stand back
ASCAP get ransacked
If they don't pay my back catalog royalty cash stat
Heinrich... comin' in hot
Runnin' this spot, y'all gonna get got
Whether you want it or not
Hey yo, where the fuck iz the pot? I got somethin' to drop

'cauze you're so gangsta
That'z gangsta
Hella gangsta
I'm a gangsta
So gangsta
So gangsta

Oh yeah, it'z time to have sax
Baby girl, let'z have sax
Tell me doez you like to have sax?
I love sax... hot sax...
Track Name: S!@# My W$#% D*#( (Freestyle)
Right about now...

Iz this mic on?
Sneak 'bout to rap like a python, grab your Nikon
Get a pic that'll last when I'm gone
A portrait of a muzik icon
Had a lifelong dream to write songz
Since I burst out from inside of my mom
With a loaded sidearm
C-4 flow finna blow, I'm a human time-bomb
This Hammel, your pen pal
Been a lil' while since I whipped my dick out
I ain't mean to say “dick” there, it slipped out
Got too throwed and my trouzerz slid down
This sound iz sick, how you twitz doubt this?
I flip stylez... then I stick the dismount
Weak rapperz get clowned
Bring that beat back yo, I need a snare and kick now
This a danger banger
Crow take aim with hiz lazër and waste a hater
I got him trained to spray ya
Straight erase your headspace, make your face a crater
My deranged behavior
I take the razor out, trust me, it ain't to shave ya
I got nowhere to place the anger
So I'm droppin' science like I changed my major

Hold up Sneak, I'm freakin' lost, yo
You rap quick, it'z hard to follow

Aiight then, I'll talk slow:
Say boo, doez you spit or swallow?
That'z Italian... for “What'z good? I clock dough.”
Double-H in boss-mode
I got homegirl full of meat like a freakin' taco
In the whip, show her how to drive the stick right quick
That'z a mighty tight fit
But I knew she'd like it 'cauze I'm a psychic
I got Jedi mind trickz
And every line that I kick'z quite slick
Rhymez sharp az icepickz
Tryin' to get with Heinrich? Eat my shit
You nitwitz couldn't be my sidekick
I'm like you timez six
Hide your chick if she got a fine ass I might hit
One look at the boy'z gigantic privatez
She get turned on like a light switch
Now go rewind this, Sneak the nicest
With all type of mic devicez
Lookin' for the best rapper? I'm it
So everybody else you could suck my white dick
(Ohhhh yessss!)

Ha ha! Hey, yo
This just rapz, you nahmean?
Let'z get real for a second
I don't care if my dick waz white...
Black... yellow... Indian... that other kind of Indian...
Fuckin'... turquoize... clear
That'd be badass... I want a clear dick
But yo, I'm sayin'
I don't care what color it iz
All y'all can suck it, aiight?
Theze foolz think they're rapperz
Heh... Fuckouttahere!
It'z Uzi Muzik
Bend the knee, bitch
Double-H out
Track Name: The Master (Freestyle)
Uh... Uh...

It'z Heinrich, but you can call me “the master”
Style so sick yo, they thought it waz cancer
Razorblade flow, I'm sharp az a dagger
And Lazër made dough so I got me some swagger
I'm tooled up, now stop with the chatter
Or get your brainz blowed out, I'm cockin' the hammer
You run your mouth, you'z a walking cadaver
It'z 'bout time your old man taught you some mannerz
Yo... get the chalk for theze bastardz
If you're soft I'ma catch ya slippin'… like I tossed a banana
You seen Hammel at the top of the ladder
Hell, I know you pissed, so I brought you some Pamperz
You'z a goner, I have to probably chop you in half
I love slaughtering anonymous rapperz
Bang out till I'm locked in the slammer
Only place I'm gettin' served'z at a Taco Cabana, hey

Think about what the fuck I'm sayin' to you idiotz!

The blonde bomber iz back, about to launch an attack
The Robotnik of rap, a sonic assassin
I'll body a cat at the drop of a hat
It'z like guardin' Durant or boxin' Evander
My abdominal jab make you fall to the mat
That right hook wipe you off of the map, uh
You'll think twice 'fore you talkin' some smack the next time
Muhhfucka, I can promise you that, look
Come here and polish my nadz, the economy'z bad
You need a job, it'z the obvious answer
'cauze you are not gonna last for too long in this game
I'm too strong, I'll demolish your ass, huh?
You ask the hospital staff to help you swallow your mashed potatoez
From your jaw that I fractured
Occupational hazard, phenomenal grammar
I'm settin' an impossible standard

Y'all cannot fuck with my vocab, bitch

Fuckboy MC'z, y'all a dizaster
Y'all'z what they make them colostomy bagz for
So full of shit, 'bout to cauze me to slap ya
For thinkin' you'll could match my astonishing stature
This how it feelz to get stalked by a raptor
The game'z so lame, make me wanna get plastered
Throwed off my ass, grab a bottle of Jack or
Some vodka and swan-dive off of the rafterz
I'm goin' deep, hotter than magma
Flowin' underground since 'Pac waz a dancer
Since Cool J done walked with a panther
I been had funk like your sockz in the hamper, uh
You want war? I'm a army commander
Run down your whole damned squad in a Panzer
Gang-bang a few hoez, rock a bandana
Adios putoz, hasta mañana

Hey yo, throw some effectz on me
I'ma sing on theze foolz

I iz Hammel Heinrich
Boy I done told yo' ass once, suck my white dick
Don't try to bite my shit
Homey, you know I goes hard, like a nightstick
They call me Sneaky Sneak, Sneaky Sneak
But I iz Hammel Heinrich

Yo, it'z over for y'all
Put the mic down, step away from the booth
Uzi Muzik, bitch
Get used to it
Takin' y'all beatz, and I make 'em better
Track Name: Aux. Power
It'z tough remembering... and reassembling
So many memoriez... sifting the imagery
It'z like a mystery... what'z my identity?
This wazn't meant to be, nah, you must be shittin' me
Lazër iz history son, the clique'z officially done
We did essentially run shit tremendously
But now I haz my epiphany
I need to reformat, reprogram and reconfigure me
Enter the Sneak, individual deep into criminal schemez
He'z a sinister creep
Who live in infamy from writin' nice az calligraphy
When the pen be scribbling anything I'm envisioning
This shit iz riveting... I hope you're listening
Come trip with me, ha-hallucinogenically
I come equipped with the bomb like your dispensary
Hip-hop'z been poizoned, this be the remedy
Why are we whispering? Can't we all just admit that we
Love fiddling with our genitalz, gettin' 'em slippery?
I'm swimmin' in pink, you could potentially spend a week
Countin' women who've been with me, drenching the pussy instantly
Workin' it endlessly, steady squirmin' on my extremity
Squirtin' my mini-me'z all up into 'em, gettin' buzy
Theze spermz the infantry and my ween'z the meanz of delivery
Rhythmically sending streamz of my jism in 'em continually
“Ahhhh!” Livin' the dream, I'm “Fresh!” az Listerine
This rhymin'z like a gift I been given under the Christmas tree
Supreme soliloquiez beating rapperz convincingly
Face factz, your muzik iz trash and you've been littering
Nine out of ten criticz agree when I'm hittin' the screen
Women'll scream, that kid Sneak iz a primitive beast
Once my shit iz released, bodiez litter the streetz
Cripple your weak little physique, rinse and repeat
I dismember you geekz on minimal sleep
Physical freak, peep how far my tentaclez reach
I'm toxic, I excrete lethal chemical leakz
Though the skin, eliminate all rezidual beef
Spittin' this heat till my lipz iz typically blistering
Render listenerz clinically insane eventually
Givin' theze industry shit stainz a chance to witness the
Lyrical wizardry and proficiency I'm exhibiting
Limitless energy, infinitely rhymin' relentlessly
Vicious intensity, you're an imbecile if you're dissin' me
Uh... the plot iz thickening, check the consistency
Ask N.D.T., this be interesting scientifically
MC'z predictably wishing I'd end their misery
Sneaky givin' 'em fitz when he spittin', never get rid of me
Heh... picture me givin' a shit, realistically
This would be ridiculous, theze being my enemiez
Nope, it'z no sympathy, nothing even resembling hope
I'm so menacing, foez iz so finished
We won't be old friendz and the flow be so sickening
Snow will be falling in hell the day I miss a beat
Never been bitten, see I've alwayz written theze
Rhymez in invizible ink, it ticklez me pink
How they're throwin' everything and the kitchen sink
At me, myself and I, my god, the Holy Trinity
Get stoned religiously, mo' chickz than polygamy
Frozen cryogenically, yo, this the epitome
Of a complete and total victory
If I choze to leave, I'd do so deliberately
Ctrl-Alt-Delete all thoze who would compete
I've shown a tendency to get vocally obscene
My scrotum'z literally exploding with the seed
And radio'z got no hope to censor me
But fa' sho' they'll mention me and quote me centuriez
From now when they go download the .mp3z
Flame-throw a microphone, know what I mean?
So don't get in-between, fuck dope, I'm dopamine
One dose of Sneaky Sneak will smoke your whole routine
Insult to injury, I'm s'posed to end this thing but I won't, I'm a machine
I'll go until your speakerz blow, I'm gettin' green
And rollin' in the cream like, “Whoa! Iz this a dream?”
Track Name: Hypnosis (Freestyle)
It was nighttime.
A man had entered the house.
He was going to cut our throats.

Hey yo, I'm so ferocious
I leave foez with broken nosez
Or comatose, it'z the most atrocious
Never shown emotionz, I'm known for dopeness
'cauze I smoke till I overdosez
Your eardrum undergo hypnosis
With this flow I control the oceanz
And nope, still ain't got no diplomaz
'cauze nobody done schooled me yet
Son, I givez a fuck what crew you rep
And you could lose the vest
My Uzi head-shot introduce you to death
You'd be a fool to step if you knew all the toolz I kept
22'z and Tec'z, so who'z next?
I sprayed a few projectilez, then I threw the “X”
You couldn't be more bitch if you grew some breastz
In my Luger Lex, a superstar (ahhhh)
Rapperz in their lil' stupid carz (haaaa)
Think you dope? I'ma prove you aren't (uh-uh)
With two barz, blow you dudez apart (uh-huh)
I do my Hammer dance, 'cauze none can touch me
Except chickz I pickz to hump me (Uh-uh!)
Teach you how to Sneak, motherfuck the Dougie
I comez with flavor like Chuck D (Bass!)
Bass for your face, I came for the papez
Get the plastique, break in your safe
I'm coiled up like a dangerous snake
And one false move, I'ma lay you to waste
Don't be a hero, stay in your place
Just look down like you're sayin' your grace
This kid made a mistake and so I gave him a taste
Hiz mainframe got the data erased
I'm a moving target, it'z hard to shoot me
Nah, you're too far removed G
Marcus Dupree... you tryin' to spar with Bruce Lee
You're John Starkz guarding 23
Chancez aren't improving
Mobz of groupiez on my Johnson, ooowee!
Va-va-voom, we gettin' naughty, who'z she?
Hot-ass cutie let me honk the boobiez
This iz not a movie, like I said on “Lazër Crow”
I slay hoez every day fa sho
It'z not TV, it'z H.B.O...
"Hammel Bustin' Out" with your favorite flow
I make the dough, you got a wayz to go
And fuck rulez, I'm breakin' thoze
When it come to rap, trust a name you know:
Sneaky Sneak, I'm so amazin' yo
Track Name: How-To
I'm nauseous, glad I brought this
Sick bag case I haz to vomit
Ill flow, all you bastardz want it
Nutsack, hella rapperz on it
Big sackz of chronic, a rapstronaut
Gettin' high, 'bout to catch a comet
Doin' massive bong ripz, yeah, that'z the bomb, bitch
I make a handsome profit
Mad bank, still got plenty left in my gas tank
Grab my damned shank
'cauze theze catz ain't caught my drift yet
You suckaz muhhfuckaz hush up like Anne Frank
Shhhh! I'm a phenom rapper
Y'all won't catch up till eonz after
They caught me on camera
I had my ballz out, dancin' like Deion Sanderz

Sneaky in the house, you
'bout to get a how-to
Work that body out, who
Want to break it down? You
Must do what the sound do
Baby make it bounce, ooh
That'z what I'm about boo
Buckle up for round two

Yo, I been had game since the dayz of 8-bit
Old school player like my name waz Naismith
Let'z get back to basicz
If you can't spit, you ain't gettin' on, face it
Heinrich... say my name, trick
And fix your face 'fore I rearrange it
You gon' need a facelift, my aim iz
To bring the pain, I can't wait, I'm anxious
So much brainless twitz on my anus
I need Preparation H, I'm goin' ape-shit!
What part of greatness you hoez ain't get?
The fuck'z you been eatin'? Paint chipz?
Hey... y'all wan' hate? Hate this:
$10K on the Jacob bracelet
10 babez on the Lazër spaceship
I'm MJ, Game 6 (swish!)
I can't miss!

Welcome back, you're now tuned
Into Sneaky'z how-to
Work that body out, who
Want to break it down? You
Just do what the sound do
Baby make it bounce, ooh
That'z what I'm about boo
Got to make the crowd move

I'm a bad guy with an appetite
For hittin' catz up like an @ reply
First I black your eye
Then you gon' either act right or you haz to die
See you in the afterlife
Wack MC'z ain't half az nice
My rapz were tight before I had a mic
And trackz are fly like satellitez
Girl, get your handz up high
You ain't camera-shy
I'm tryin' to see you shake your ass and thighz
You gotta catch the vibe, shawty twerk that thang
Your backside lookin' fat tonight (thank you)
Damn right I'ma fantasize
Just dance homegirl, don't act surprized
Hell, I'm just a man aiight?
I like big buttz and I cannot lie

Sneaky in the house, you
Foolz just got a how-to
Worked your body out, who
Still ain't breaked it down? You
Must do what the sound do
Baby make it bounce, ooh
That'z what I'm about boo
Wrap it up, we're now through

It'z Uzi Muzik, bitchez
New label, new bangerz

Track Name: Place Ya Betz (Freestyle)
Hey yo, I told you
I'm through playin' with you fuckin' idiotz
You like them Mother Goose lyricz?
Stick to that radio bullshit

Yo, yo...
Yo, this iz not a brag, I got a lot of swag
My nutz big az fuck, so I gotta sag
'bout to light this joint up, you want a drag?
Kill the beat and leave the track up in a body bag
Uh, some people don't like the boy
They jealous of the lifestyle I enjoy
Been buyin' all typez of toyz
'cauze I alwayz had cash like Mike Sirois
And I might destroy a MC talkin' 'bout he got “better skillz”
Roll on him like a fresh set of wheelz
Catch him at that stop light, hop right out
Knife out, now shit iz getting real, my machete killz
Somethin' in the waistband you don't wanna taste, fam
I ain't got the heat... I beat you with a paint can
Sneak, he a made man
And I can't stand wack rapperz more fake than spray-tanz
And all I see'z red, make you eat lead
I'm in that Lambo like Cheezeheadz
Puttin' holez in your dome, drive-by'z till the beef dead
Niggaz in the 'hood give me street cred'
Yeah, Sneak said it, and you can quote me
They can't take me out this game, I'm Kobe
Even with a broke knee, I won't leave
My limp just look more pimp, I'm O.G.
And y'all dudez thought Lazër left, heh...
I'm not through gettin' paper yet
Hot tunez gonna make you sweat
Like C+C, yes I came correct
Sneaky Sneak drop jewelz, no safety net
You think he gon' fall off and break hiz neck?
Pshh... In your dreamz homey, place your betz

'cauze H the best
Annihilate the rest
I blaze the techz
Prolly make a mess
Save your threatz
You haterz 'bout to pay your debtz
You in danger? Yessss

Uzi Muzik!