[ Keith Murray ]
Yo, hey yo, I step out the shell like a black pearl
But come to destroy you of all worlds
I eat you inside out like stress
The best, I never lose a rhyme contest
While troublesome black rolls flows
Bleed internal external like a b***** nose
Props grow like crops
Desert boot Clarks wit no socks
Parking s***e killer stay out my lot
You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
I take it out your a** and charge it to the game
I battle with words, go to war with ideas
You defeat me never in a million years
The factor of the rapture
Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured
They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought
But then you got caught up in my final thought
n****
Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)
[ Redman ]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse
You the tightest motha f**** let me find out
When I pull mines out
I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House
Give you static like your mixer got the ground out
Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch
I'm down south wit Outkast wit pounds out
Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth
You know E and Keith when we brawl
I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall
And overall, on y'all a protocal
My style is Kabal, finish him
For the Benjamins
Fools call me the Grinch
Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth
While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot
When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch
Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight
[ Erick Sermon ]
Yo, yo
Its E the a**assin ANTONIO BANDERAS
Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas
So face it, some of y'all should go back to basics
Before the prom, before Sissy s***ik
Reevaluate what's right for you
From the start or was it something you wanted to do f*****
I dig a hole so deep you can't return
And hear about the episode on Howard Stern
I'm born wit heart I blast ya
Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master
Playing me one time that's unforgivin
I got a body one count and we ain't bullshittin
We be thick in the mix, milk wit Quik
In the business I work every circuit
I'm bigger, better, and deafer
So however, wherever, whenever, heffer
Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x )
Yo, hey yo, I step out the shell like a black pearl
But come to destroy you of all worlds
I eat you inside out like stress
The best, I never lose a rhyme contest
While troublesome black rolls flows
Bleed internal external like a b***** nose
Props grow like crops
Desert boot Clarks wit no socks
Parking s***e killer stay out my lot
You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
I take it out your a** and charge it to the game
I battle with words, go to war with ideas
You defeat me never in a million years
The factor of the rapture
Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured
They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought
But then you got caught up in my final thought
n****
Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)
[ Redman ]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse
You the tightest motha f**** let me find out
When I pull mines out
I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House
Give you static like your mixer got the ground out
Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch
I'm down south wit Outkast wit pounds out
Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth
You know E and Keith when we brawl
I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall
And overall, on y'all a protocal
My style is Kabal, finish him
For the Benjamins
Fools call me the Grinch
Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth
While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot
When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch
Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight
[ Erick Sermon ]
Yo, yo
Its E the a**assin ANTONIO BANDERAS
Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas
So face it, some of y'all should go back to basics
Before the prom, before Sissy s***ik
Reevaluate what's right for you
From the start or was it something you wanted to do f*****
I dig a hole so deep you can't return
And hear about the episode on Howard Stern
I'm born wit heart I blast ya
Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master
Playing me one time that's unforgivin
I got a body one count and we ain't bullshittin
We be thick in the mix, milk wit Quik
In the business I work every circuit
I'm bigger, better, and deafer
So however, wherever, whenever, heffer
Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x )