[ll j] Get the fuck out of here, I'm ll Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor Yo am i, an animal?
'cause I bagged too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, I'm the g.o.a.t., what I wrote cause fire and Think I started on the singin solo for the pope your mama please, get up off her knees You can't yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese Open shoes, feet smell like collard greens *kriss krossed* like she on j. dupris' team Button your sittin up like beach 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 lookin for washed up rapper that I can hire You know old school nigga wit a bit of attitude Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an You say I'm souped up, well, soup is food So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is wrong For so glowin, pickin S-curl hatin, rum sippin
man] Kid I'll burp on your buttcheeks
The honey had my nuts two red beets I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind won't let me back in 'cause I was down before the hype like dusty and bob backlund Bruno samartino, staziak Now the rock and cold are my favorite maniacs The top rooster pluckin, when I'm cluckin Wwf stands for and where we fuckin
Yo kid Yo, Yo, ey, Ey, ey, Eh,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like ii society I through the drive thru like kane Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too See my boys down the crack patience too Bricks, walk around, down Maccaroni and cheese broke out the orphan house out, the poison in 'em Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen
man] And them that ran... My to get 'em With the heat seekin wit, fo' antennas Doc's da name, that's why y'all wit me I'm change, the bums don't fuck with d in 'em, carlo inspection sticka Check the pen, I like a x was in 'em Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league
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,
man] Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my blood Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to Who owe me somethin, them in the back frontin They rockin and, put the eight up, rappercussion You know my name, so no need for introduction I'm mr. it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and Bet me and bee be swingin til the honey come Backs get blown, trash get In headlocks, this view, I'm fuckin star jones I'm red hot just candy, in '95 won the grammy
Yo, he use it as an now Niggas can't stand or me, yeah Either or, funky headhunter comanchees wit shitty draws What's that shit, what shit, 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, fuhgidabowdit [dmx Bitches can't stand me, [dmx growl] Still pullin out pennies, [dmx growl]
The shit I see every day brings to my eyes How I holla at my niggas ears to my cries Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the you frontin I never liked you, and you, I don't So what the fuck you think is to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon you If you pick that afro, I'm gon bust you Walkin like you was a lil 'cause you is And don't forget that gonna always love his kids niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why You guys live while everybody else'll starve That shit is played, fuck what your name hold Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga fo' Now you layin somewhere cold, as shit And all that riffin shit, will get you hit, bitch