[ll j] Get the fuck out of here, I'm ll Soakin wet with bad bitches in the pool Yo what am i, an
'cause I your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, I'm the g.o.a.t., what I wrote cause and smoke I started on the choir singin solo for the pope Tell your mama please, get up off her You can't yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese Open toed shoes, feet smell like greens Toes *kriss krossed* she on j. dupris' team your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus A mouth full of rotten teeth a dildo in her hand Who the fuck let you in, all my are fired Now I'm for some washed up rapper that I can hire You know some old school nigga wit a bit of Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an You say I'm up, well, soup is good food So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is wrong For so glowin, afro S-curl hatin, rum sippin
[method Kid I'll burp on your girl
The honey had my nuts two red beets I'm banannas, out of my mind they won't let me back in I was down before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob backlund Bruno samartino, staziak Now the rock and cold are my favorite maniacs The top rooster pluckin, chickens I'm cluckin Wwf stands for when and we fuckin
Yo kid Yo, Yo, ey, Ey, ey, Eh,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm menace ii society I roll the drive thru like kane Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too See my boys down the ride patience too Bricks, around, snorkel down Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the orphan out, the poison in 'em Box 'em up in the aisle with the dinners
man] And them that ran... My to get 'em With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' da name, that's why y'all fuck wit me I'm pocket change, the bums fuck with d in 'em, carlo inspection sticka Check the pen, I like a x was in 'em grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten
Where the at Yo, yo, punk, m me wit him
Yo, Ayo nigga, Yo, yo, yo, Yo dog, Yo you heard, Ayo you me, fuhgidabowdit Yo nigga,
[method Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my pumpin Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to Who owe me somethin, niggas in the back frontin They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, You my name, so there's no need for introduction I'm mr. done it all, so none of y'all can do me I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey Backs get blown, get thrown In headlocks, from view, I'm fuckin star jones I'm red hot like candy, in '95 won the grammy
Yo, he use it as an now Niggas can't stand or understand me, Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit draws What's shit, what shit, that shit on your lip I can't wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip...
Ayo nigga, Yo, the fuck, fuhgidabowdit Yo, Uh, Ayo dog, [dmx growl] Bitches can't me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl] Still out pennies, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
The shit I see day brings tears to my eyes How I at my niggas brings ears to my cries Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the you frontin I liked you, and you, I don't know So what the fuck you think is to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon you If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon you Walkin like you was a lil 'cause you is And don't that daddy's gonna always love his kids Crackin niggas got the to wonder why I rob, why You guys live while everybody else'll starve That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name Break a nigga off somethin, watch a gain fo' Now you somewhere cold, stiff as shit And all that riffin shit, will get you hit, bitch