Sherloc - Loneliest Number lyrics

[Verse 1: Sherloc] All about the diligence Breaking down the syllabus Keep my right strong just in case I got to hit a snitch I ain't trying to steal your girl, but she begging for a kiss Keep an eye on her, just in case she try and hit a lick Knock these n***as out and then I dump them on the rocky road I'm fresher than the next I check your mate and leave you looking faint Mean in the booth but answer questions like a holy saint You claiming you the coldest, let me tell you something, no you ain't On my right is Benjamin On my left is Abraham Running up on Uncle Sam and snatching Yen from East Japan Don't you fear me, fear my clan k** MC's with all my might I be black but looking white Call me Mr. Bobby Lite Wet you up like Sobe Life Shirley's Temple coming soon but Blow you f*ggot rappers out the water up into the moon Keep the clickin' clackin' on my waist in case I'm snappin' I ain't really got to much but n***a I'mma make it happen n***a I'm a captain slicker than a water moccasin I'm bout to make the Undertaker tap then take a shot again Aiming at your pockets then I'm rocketing my stock and then I Grow some hair and buy a farm, call me Waka Flocka Hens Want your girl? That depends If you mug me I'mma take a chance on going to the pen God forgive me for my sins but oh my God I'm going in Please don't make me knick your head and get the win like Jeremy Lin Got them racks on top of racks Got more racks on top of them but Also got grenades so please don't make me pull the pin [Hook] One is the loneliest number that you ever do (Lonely, lonely) Two can be as bad as one, it's the loneliest number since the number one (Oh, oh) (Repeat) [Verse 2: Sherloc] Laugh out loud, for the win Rolling on the floor and then I Stand back at attention did I mention that I'm Martin's keln? Know I'm going for the gold Money's never getting old If it's ever over throwed Call me reminiscent co*k-a-doodle-doing it I'm in hot pursuit of it Run up on my n***a I'mma smack you with a catcher's mitt Yall the type of people that just make me want to crack a whip at Every single body in the whole entire district Hot as bu*ter, cool as whip Throw a punch I'm fenna slip Running out of lyrics, running out of bullets in my clip Hurry up I'm fenna dip Dip it like tortilla chips and Don't forget that I'm the fricken Captain of your sink ship I'm feeling charged up Like licking a battery, your mad at me I'm the hottest species in this canopy I Better be, flyer than a cat with double padded feet You better take a couple steppings back before I Clap you see? Think I'm messed up mentally No one ever mentions me You think that I'm just scatting and producing In your fantasies Bout to set the game back Only bout a couples years Nas and Hov was what you hear Bumping in that 8-track Just a bit of "Take that!" And a bit of gangsta rap Tired of hearing Tunechi and that n***a from the Lakers yap Grab you by the elbow, spin you til you bring that ba** back Leave you looking like a clunker with your back jacked back Get it... Jack, Black... Yea [Hook]