Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind that explore

MC's then blow em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can $#&@ with this rap unemploy ^!$$%

I should own a fly (*##$ house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends
that love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin

Pull out from my jaw linin, commence to split end
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause when I'm %#@!tin ^!$$%z hit mo decks than a skipper

Mr and Mrs Howe, MaryAnne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigger
waters out I got orders to kill em softly

I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G you better radio the walkie talkie
For the Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me

Got a big dick and your (*##$ click
When I flip this I got more work than a olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track

Milkier than Similak when I'm next up to bat
[Snoop]
("Redman is on the mic and I'ma..."

"Dope mother$#&@er, yeah, you best ax somebody")

[Sermon x8] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)


$#&@ the talk I walk whatever I claim to do
Knock a mule on her $$# and turn her #~!!@ black and blue

You couldn't run up if your Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Deaths by far, my rap repatoire
be the art of murderin makin it hard for you to spar

We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell your (*##$ to come here

Male groupies gettin shaky when I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the
music loud as $#&@ three in the mornin off a paper

With mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, scannin the perimeter
All my boos with the open toed shoes

If you ain't gettin that #~!!@ eaten right, let me show you
Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
Ain't No ^!$$% like the -- Funk Doctor Spock G


[Sermon x4] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)


As I dive into the crowd
I wanna see who the $#&@ gettin loud
Who da $#&@ runnin off at dey mouf?

I let my ^!$$% Fifty Cent knock that $$# out
Word bond, (*##$es talkin bout pourin out Cristal
and Dom P they better stick to Sade

Blackin out whylin, smackin out weaves
Break ^!$$%z cheap $$# chains and medallions
You're just a part time sucker in the game

%#@! is real mother$#&@er start namin names
And if you name my name I whoop $$# like Steven Seagal
Give you Under Siege 2 without the $#&@in train

Let your brains hang from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame


[Erick Sermon x12 then fades:] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)

We'll be right back with some more funk %#@!

for all you stankin $$#es after we pay these bills