preparation... (loud mouth,quiet!) Hey, yo, listen, Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered Distributed through out the hood, (**********), what's good? Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting (**** it,) now I'm forced to box You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir -- (Jesus Price has all the time) Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll ****** is foul (**** it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock These (******) ain't ready for war, let 'em know I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping **** up They could be trying to piece ya faces back together You keep on playing, you hear? Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window Get ya window shot up, in a residential area And left, (****) a ocean and sea-ment you This time it's the principality, punk You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk Push your **** all the way off, a producer para-loser Yeah, (*****), that's you, chump All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz And the Beast Master, take a stab at me See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne Nappy piece to be praying for ya (******) While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll *******, choir (Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro) Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*****), she breakdance and bomb trains The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread Asking you car banger, and she go all way She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas) Yeah, ya'll (******) 'ready to die', blast the sket And then you realize, ain't no (*******) "life after death" Smash your chest with a (*******) medicine ball You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you ****** is fired The fire supplier, forget your squad (*****), I'm **** like the tits on Oz, get your nod off Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[00:00.00]preparation... (loud mouth,quiet!) [00:19.88]Hey, yo, listen, [00:21.30]Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis [00:23.95]Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage [00:26.46]Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered [00:28.94]Distributed through out the hood, (**********), what's good? [00:31.72]Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting [00:35.03](**** it,) now I'm forced to box [00:36.97]You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac [00:39.18]You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks [00:42.05]Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude [00:45.63]But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir -- [00:48.14](Jesus Price has all the time) [00:52.23]Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll ****** is foul [00:56.16](**** it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line [00:58.14]Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock [01:01.32]These (******) ain't ready for war, let 'em know [01:04.15]I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation [01:06.40]In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing [01:09.04]Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing [01:11.82]After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping **** up [01:15.05]They could be trying to piece ya faces back together [01:17.98]You keep on playing, you hear? [01:19.97]Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name [01:22.35]The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain [01:25.36]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [01:30.03]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [01:32.84]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [01:35.96]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [01:40.66]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [01:43.46]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [01:45.99]Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials [01:49.37]You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window [01:52.00]Get ya window shot up, in a residential area [01:54.93]And left, (****) a ocean and sea-ment you [01:57.17]This time it's the principality, punk [01:59.57]You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk [02:02.32]Push your **** all the way off, a producer para-loser [02:04.84]Yeah, (*****), that's you, chump [02:07.58]All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be [02:10.28]You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz [02:12.66]And the Beast Master, take a stab at me [02:15.53]See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne [02:18.31]Nappy piece to be praying for ya (******) [02:20.70]While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll *******, choir [02:23.58](Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro) [02:29.25]Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*****), she breakdance and bomb trains [02:31.82]The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread [02:34.33]Asking you car banger, and she go all way [02:36.56]She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas) [02:39.53]Yeah, ya'll (******) 'ready to die', blast the sket [02:41.72]And then you realize, ain't no (*******) "life after death" [02:44.56]Smash your chest with a (*******) medicine ball [02:47.21]You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll [02:49.79]Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir [02:52.82]Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you ****** is fired [02:55.78]The fire supplier, forget your squad [02:58.62](*****), I'm **** like the tits on Oz, get your nod off [03:01.54]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [03:05.70]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [03:08.57]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [03:11.54]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [03:16.45]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [03:19.44]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
