Oil Can Harry Songtext
von Proof

Salam wreck

Derty Harry is dead
I′m here to announce that Derty Harry is dead
Now we witness the rise of the son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha

My life is trapped in these lines
That's why I′m packin' these nines
I gotta rap I ain't dyin′
That′s in the back on my mind

Got a strap made of iron
Can't relax on this grind
Bendin′ over backwards for these slackers
Til I'm snappin′ my spine

Naturally, I gotta focus
On these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder
Proof get it poppin′ like soda!

Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers)
Slow up (This gun is loaded)
Roll up (They beef and we leavin' ′em coked up)


If Slim say it I spray it
If he will it I kill it
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit
Y′all can feel it

Got this gun on my wasteline
In war we dont waste time
Ja, man he can't take a punch
And 50 can take nine

We got Schoolcraft
Here at the 7, 8, and dexter
I′m up in Holly, spendin' dollas,
Ain′t feelin' no pressure

Yes sir, your texture is bitch,
Betcha ya flinch
When Proof shoot up they coup,
And waste your whole clique

Fuck it who′s next on this shit,
This is prefrence to bitch
When you preface
To stiffen slugs has atcha wit


You'll be next to BIG,
Pac is destiny kid
Before ya lick, ya pop,
Stop testin' me bitch

Homie you think you tough (what)
Think we won′t fuck you up (punk)
Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin′ shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain′t scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)

I ain′t feel no games,
Homie don't even try
We ain′t bowin' down to no one
We gon' start a riot (yeah)

Heart of fire, soul of ice,
Roll the dice, see what you get
No advice,
All my life I ain′t live in this bitch

I′m a man,
More I'm holdin′ my ground
To loadin' these rounds,
At any call approachin′ my crown (blah)

I'm a king o′ grimey,
Nothin' but killas In behind me,
I'm a bully fully
Cuz your team is tiny

If I was to crush ′em,
Got to say these Bibles are nothin′
This rifle on clutches
To leave you stifled on crutches

I fight for my cousins
That ain't even related
Even I stated,
Not from life I leave you bleedin′ and faded

Hatin' made in my nature,
I′m clappin' and clackin′ your captain
Smackin' faggots
And act as a rapper with platinum

Status, ya livin' flappin′
′em slappin' ′em backwards
After these rappers' status To shadders, knowin′
Proof and that Mathers has gathered an army
It's Shady bandatas

After rest the game is won
Who in the matters get blamed fast with brain damage
The name that some forgot, D12
It ain′t hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's REAL!

Homie you think you tough (what)
Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin′ shit you drunk (what)
Think I won′t fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I don′t give a fuck (jump)

Yeah, big proof
Grown man Shit
Shoutout to mark hanks
Jimmy neutron
Mario skinny boy graphics
You know what I'm saying first born
Everybody up at iron fist
Dj Salam wreck