[Sean Price]
Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
Doctor k**, giving the rap dosage
Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
Distributed through out the hood, muthaf**a, what's good?
Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting
f** it, now I'm forced to box
You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac
You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that s**s
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 n***as is foul
f** it, Sean'll shoot two from the line
Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock
These n***as ain't ready for war, let 'em know
[Rock]
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 sh** up
They could be trying to piece ya faces back together
You keep on playing, you hear?
[Sean Price]
Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name
The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain
[Hook 2x: Loudmouf Choir]
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
[Rock]
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, f** 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 sh** all the way off, a producer para-loser
Yeah, p**y, that's you, chump
All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
You get your a** 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 n***as
While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll b**hes, choir
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
Yeah that's how I got my Bronx b**h, 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, s**as
[Sean Price]
Yeah, ya'll n***as 'ready to die', blast the sket
And then you realize, ain't no f**ing 'life after d**h'
Smash your chest with a f**ing 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 f**as is fired
[Rock]
The fire supplier, forget your squad
n***a, I'm dope like the tits on Oz, get your nod off
[Hook 2x]