Hey, yo, listen,
Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage
Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
Distributed through out the hood, mutha*******a, what's good?
Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting
(******* it,) now I'm forced to box
You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac
You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks
Smack saliva, out the side of ya face,
I ain't trying to be rude
But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir --
(Jesus Price has all the time)
Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll *******s is foul
(******* it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line
Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock
These (*******s) ain't ready for war, let 'em know
I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation
In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing
Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing
After that, I seen Caucasians,
in the streets all taping *******t up
They could be trying to piece ya faces back together
You keep on playing, you hear?
Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name
The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Ok, new word,
respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window
Get ya window shot up, in a residential area
And left, (*******) a ocean and sea-ment you
This time it's the principality, punk
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk
Push your *******t all the way off, a producer para-loser
Yeah, (*******), that's you, chump
All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz
And the Beast Master, take a stab at me
See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne
Nappy piece to be praying for ya (*******s)
While I'm getting my vulture on,
preying on ya'll *******, choir
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*******),
she breakdance and bomb trains
The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread
Asking you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas)
Yeah, ya'll (*******s) 'ready to die', blast the sket
And then you realize, ain't no (******g) "life after death"
Smash your chest with a (******g) medicine ball
You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll
Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir
Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you *******as is fired
The fire supplier, forget your squad
(*******), I'm **** like the ******* on Oz, get your nod off
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs