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    [LL Cool J]
    Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
    Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
    Yo what am I, an animal?

    Cuz I bagged your's too
    One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
    I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
    Think I started on the choir singin solo for the pope
    Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
    You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
    Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
    Toes *Kriss Krossed* like she on J. Dupris' team
    Button your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
    A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
    Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
    Now I'm lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire
    You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
    Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
    You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
    So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
    For so glowin, afro pickin
    S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin

    [Method Man]
    Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks

    The honey had my nuts like two red beets
    I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in
    Cuz I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
    Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak
    Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
    The top rooster pluckin, chickens when I'm cluckin
    WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin

    Yo kid
    Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
    Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
    Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
    Eh, Fuhgidabowdit

    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
    I'm like Menace II Society
    I roll through the drive thru like Kane
    Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
    See my boys down the ride crack patience too
    Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
    Maccaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house
    Transportin out, the poison in 'em
    Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners

    [Method Man]
    And them niggas that ran...
    My goal's to get 'em
    With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
    Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all fuck wit me
    I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D
    Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka
    Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
    Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten

    Where the stash at
    Yo, yo, punk, M takin me wit him

    Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
    Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
    Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
    Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
    Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
    Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
    Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit

    [Method Man]
    Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin
    Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin
    Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin
    They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion
    You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
    I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing
    Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
    Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin til the honey come
    Backs get blown, trash get thrown
    In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin Star Jones
    I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy

    Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
    Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
    Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws
    What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
    I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip...

    Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
    Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
    Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
    Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
    Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
    Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
    Still pullin out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]

    The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
    How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
    Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin
    Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin
    I never liked you, and you, I don't know
    So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
    Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon dust you
    If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon bust you
    Walkin like you was a lil nigga cuz you is
    And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
    Crackin niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
    You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
    That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
    Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo'
    Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit
    And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch


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