Yo hard beats like this keep my mentality raw 
I off 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 [bad word] with this rap unemploy [bad word] 
I should own a fly [bad word] 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 [bad word] to split end 
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture 
Cause when I'm [bad word] niggaz 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 you better radio the walkie talkie 
For the Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me 
Got a big [bad word] and your [bad word] 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 
("Redman is on the mic and I'ma..." 
"Dope [bad word]  yeah, you best ax somebody" -- Snoop) 

(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop -- Sermon 8X) 
 [bad word] the talk I walk whatever I claim to do 
Knock a mule on her [bad word] and turn her [bad word] black and blue 
You [bad word] 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 [bad word] and tell your [bad word] [bad word] here 
Male groupies gettin shaky when [bad word] from the rear 
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the 
music loud as [bad word] three in the mornin off a paper 
With mad Zul in the L-S-
In the downtown area, scannin the perimeter 
All my boos with the open toed shoes 
If you ain't gettin that [bad word] eaten right, let me show you 
Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said 
Ain't No [bad word] like the -- Funk Doctor Spock 

(Yes 
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h yesh y'all, and you don't stop -- Sermon 4X) 

As I dive into the crowd 
I wanna see who the [bad word] gettin loud 
Who da [bad [bad word] off at dey mouf? 
I let my [bad word] Fifty Cent knock that [bad word] out 
Word bond, [bad word] talkin bout pourin out Cristal 
and Dom P they better stick to Sade 
Blackin out whylin, smackin out weaves 
Break niggaz cheap [bad word] chains and medallions 
You're just a part time sucker in the game  [bad word] is real [bad word] start namin names 
And if you name my name I whoop [bad word] like Steven Seagal 
Give you Under Siege 2 without the [bad word] train 
Let your brains hang from the 808 bang 
And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame 

(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop -- Erick Sermon 12X then fades) 

We'll be right back with some more funk [bad word] 
for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills