Somebody’s Gotta Do It

[Verse 1: Hostyle]
We're not maniacs, mainly pack poems to fuck up domes
Break microphones, stomp bones
Brought out your ass real fast, with the raw shit
In battles they forfeit
Mess around and all get done
With the one, two he fronting like you could do me something
My crew be hunting down ducks cause they rhyme sucks
See my style's outrageous
Listening to it, it gets contagious
Comes in all flavors
Cause demolition while switching my style
Search and found Screwball in town
You deep in denial
Get a salary for putting heads in the gallery
You've been exposed to travesty
Hostyle your majesty
Forgot about the MC's you thought was hot
Plus they soft like a twat
I bring panic like a gunshot

[Hook: Hostyle]
Damn right I'm repping out the QB section
Corner sinners pack weapons, somebody's gotta do it
Crime scene is a blood bath
Who cleans up the aftermath?
Huh, somebody's gotta do it
Slanging powders, makes the blood turn sour
So we yearn for this power, cause somebody's gotta do it
Critics don't pursue it
Just say "Screw it"
Too deep to get into it, somebody's gotta do it