Yo, I dunno, marga man here. with the raskitdizzee rascal Yo, walkin thru the club doors, betta make space, make way, make some more And all the girlsthinks
girl, dagger then dash it like a frisby Ay sexy, let me be, tell your boyfriend wait, cheat I heard he MC's is that true, whats his name? Fuck all these other funny guys
heat of the battle she'll pull his tool I take 'em - skinny, dumb, blind, crippled and crazy Or even five-hundred pounds sweatin' gravy You know, she cooks cover, not with Maybelline So "Next
Though, I was in love before Then you moved in next door Pretty blue eyes Pretty blue eyes All the guys in the neighborhood Keep saying that you sure
turn you cock-eyed Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live Such threats expect five guys, five tecs Go in depth best with the finger next to
to sign out I'm out, peace, yeah sayonara Gotta make another call, see a next chick tomorrow Cause my moms comin back saturday after next Thats 14 days
there But I'm the one who has to get up all the strength And creativity to do the job that I do Huh, well speedy lately you've been fast The next time
held up tight So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean to bust your bubble But guys of the world ain't nuthin but trouble So homegirls next time a guy
off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
em) And we gone ride on 'em (ride on 'em) Uhhhhhhhhhh!! [Lil' Zane] Retaliation is a must when them niggas bout to bust slippin on us Niggas kicked in the door
about that "makin money" im alergic to poor, shit, i done made some hoes out of the girls next door, 6 in the mornin when they kick in the door, im probly
(Violent J) You guys ready? Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio Lotus Pod, Uhh I split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy
Brought Home A Hooker, My Daddy Beat Her With A Shovel Threw Her In The Cooker, Next Day I Hate To Say It But You Know What Happened Next? He Served
Wack? THAT SHIT WAS WACK! Well that's gonna do it for Insane Clown Posse It's time for you guys to hit the door Cause you're definitely wack Man fuck
guys trynna walk down my street He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin' I'm a give his ass somethin', motherfucker The man next door try to
night? I am only to spend the night? I play music of the night. No, no, I'm not awake in the day. Read my lips, eww scary. Aww, man, why you guys
guys, it's all under control The judge is my uncle, he'll take the insanity plea Oh, yeah, don't forget my retained balance Okay, I understand you guys
that weed sack I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that Chorus [verse two] This shit hit the back door, by the way