Songtexte:
Hunter Outro

't last long Chorus: I'm the freaka (8X) Verse Two: B-Real People always wanna get what you got, no matta what Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt

so much joy In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and Hunt you down, holding the next man's stacks

me Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do? Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art PMRC, this is where the witch hunt starts You'll censor

street soldier Deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour

mind fuck can't escape these chains of shame i'm stuck!! swollen in the mud barely standing still hungry for the hunt & the thrill of the kill

don't win Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill That's the hammer, I'mma do this, nana Niggas who hunt, snatch 'em up, bite the clip, the banana And this

run off Nuh matta how me ram it And me jam it bawlin stop Yuh tun professional Cah me cum bout three time already Yuh want it bak You a hunt mi yaad everyday

skeletons threw down heavy stones when you encoutered them Up in the mountain, shotguns and acid fountain and white dragons return from a hunt, but thats

Well, you rang me up you say you wanna get high Now I'm underpaid and I'm overtired Riding shotgun 'round the world I'm too young to die, too old for