Redman - Fire Ina Hole lyrics

With all due respect to the game, I'm the P-H-enom Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone Fast the f** out, somethin stinkin Could it be the skunk, or could it be that body in the trunk Of my Lincoln, Continental style pop the p**y like a pimple I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and f** ya head up Turnin up the temperature, hold them kids that entered the 36th, master mix sh** Biohazardous, pretentious Do it for the chemically imbalanced State your business, pay me at the door I am Man, hear me roar on twelve inches Shell shocked soldier in the trenches Fire in the hole game commences Third string rappers play the benches Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls Just life sentence, with no chance for parole And that's real Fire in the hole Yes, yes, yes yo yo, yo Gundowned at sundown Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown Brakes lock em up now, a rich b**h knock em up now A plucked out eyebrow gal Naw dawg, a broad got to be a huzzy A hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky" Walk through my hood, your j**els they scream "Tug me" Mind revolve' to reload like a SCSI Doc, Da Bigfoot out for da SQUOOSH Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush Fire in the hole! Hikin in the snow With forty motherf**ers expirin' the globe Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off withcha money, then clap in the air! Fire in the hole This is for dem n***as on Da Bricks, holdin down they block For my n***a Carlton Fisk a kid who stay up in the box Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name Off the giftlist, sh** ain't been the same since "The Pain" No forgiveness, dead man talkin bout he lifted I'm livid, hands around the throat of a critic Yo Doctor, prescribe me a drug that can knock a Mule on his a**, take the blast out Binaca For real doe, Arsenic Production that k** slow Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dil*o I spas, on anyone who show his a** I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas Yo yo when Me and Meth swarm, you need a net to cover you Turn the rap game into W-C-W Off the rope I hangglide to the throat Straight beef without french fries and a Coke "Doc's Da Name", da burglar, I serve ya The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtaugh Then SKRRRT out my whip with ran down tires With a chicken I met who hand out fliers Look, I'm an Aries, I don't have it My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic Bounce like boxsprings on your Kraftmatic Before you be suin Doc for malpractice You couldn't bang from start Your girl see you beat up and sh**, get a change of heart Flaming darts is spittin, name the mark My impact tore JFK plane apart Fire in the hole