Hellven -
Sweepin' the Nation.
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words and lyrics by virt
(c) WHY TOO KAY +1
also waffle

to the one two three to the fo
the hellven crew come a knockin at ya do
we got the tight rhymes, whut, got the chill
the chumps don't rep get knocked in the grill

a grill it is, we got the twenty four k
we don't come to party, just to play
and the few lone losers who can't respect,
they get wrecked. checked and decked, in the worst way

the aim of dis rhyme is to bring information
hear our fine sonic masturbation
without any further procrastination
hellven, we're sweepin the nation

(uh, what nation would that be?)
(mexico!)

HI! my name is, VIRT!
if you're norwegian you're gon' get hurt
i type one fourty, and i bench press five, 
i got all the rhymes, i talk jive!
--i also speak english, how 'bout you?
if not, let's talk, i'll run you through!
if i knock atcha door, y'all best locket,
if not, i'll fuck your eyesocket.

MELVYL! in a class by hisself.
not herman i speak of, put dick on the shelf.
moby aside, comes in with a bang
the founder of hellven is Xavier Dang.
the x stands for x-rated, a heart melter
he sees more pussy than an animal shelter
he loves the land, and the french know best
MELVYL HAS BREASTS

ERE ESE TRES, es un vato
synonyms: tomato and tomahto
car and auto, cunt and muff,
Royal Sefton the Third and fuckin tough.
he's the pimp, the resident don juan,
when chumps get their dumb on, he gets his gun on.
-- for every ounce of crack in the stream
RS3 is the supreme crack fiend. 

X E R to the X E S
XERXES (xerxes) is in excess
tween pornos, booze and beatin 'em down
Santa Klaus is going to town
in sex rex land, every night is fly
but don't be a hater or you're asking to die
if you disrespect, he'll dress up in drag  
and whip you, FAG.

Apparently, he pronounces Chimera,
That's great, mate! Now get over here-a
this guy is a twig, you snap him like such,
but i got his back, i like him that much
twitch like a twitchboy, speak like an aussie
a special g in this tricked up posse
but just remember when all's said and done
he's the one.

to the two, to the three to the

fornication is every man's dream,
to find a girl who makes you scream
only one man can tell me of 'em
SOLO    he got three of 'em
he tries hard but it's hard to save 'em
his girls shake what dey momma gave 'em 
i don't know what dey do when it rains
the man got funk in his veins.

eez deez broda, his nem Scirocco,
deez man crezzy, a original wacko,
he rilly dont kyar bot de boom de DJ
i kyan tell more bot de wise he teach-e
deez one he a thug for suburban gangsta
he brot you butta, 'n yo geev 'em no tanksa
an rat-a-tat tat t-tat on yo noggin
deez man he go for de doggin.

zaril he's the sweetest swede
the wit so sharp, it'll make you bleed
he's got more dope than the whole wide world
but i can't tell whether he's a guy or girl
-- everyone got their private thoughts
the sweet cheeks lookin like apricots
if i get one thing next christmas, yo
i want zaril, wrapped in a bow.

HUNZ, what more can be said.
greater men done wound up dead.
the man can kill with sound alone
so "cloooone it" down to the bone
you'll be glad you made a backup
these mothafuckas will make you crack up
all y'all 'gros betta pay respect, cuz
the church of hunz is in full effekt.

as you can plainly see, my brothers
the hellven crew is like no others.
we got the balls, we got the hype, 
we got the weed, a'we got the pipe.
the one thing missing from the phatty mix
is a bunch of fine ass ghetto chicks
so if y'all ladies so inclined
we wanna get witcho behind.
and that's the end of my little rhyme
y'all say my flow ain't worth a dime
but y'all Gs know what you can lick?
got a capital D in a lowercase ddDick.



