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Look, up above! |
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It's a bird, it's a plane, it's my balls! (Yeah) |
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J-Zone a-k-a Captain Backslap |
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Celph Titled the motherfuckin' Rubix Cupid |
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Come on |
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[J-Zone] |
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Super-nigga J-Zone in the sky with a fur cape |
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Enemy of the state, in '98 I dropped the gold tape |
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Hoes wantin' my presents got nothin' but more laughter |
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Bitch, the fact that it's Christmas is no factor |
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Unknown to famous, my Rolodex got a long list of hoes, like the Chinatown White Pages |
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Only yellow nigga, always runnin' his mouth |
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Eatin' pussy, lookin' like Pac-Man, but don't fuck with a spouse |
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Ladies, I drove 'em crazy, 'cause I gave 'em more head |
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But pigeons are shittin' on me 'cause I threw 'em no bread |
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Bum bitches beg me not to perform 'cause I'm offendin' 'em |
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[Sample] |
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Please, don't do it! |
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I said I'm no gentleman! |
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[J-Zone] |
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She left, about to cry too, what, you forgotten? |
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I was raised on 2 Live Crew, my attitude is rotten |
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Zone and Celph are guaranteed |
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Like your bitch gainin' 55 pounds after you marry the G |
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[Celph Titled] |
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Yo, me and Zone cake heavily, breakin' cheddar with cheese graters |
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With an HK ??? that stretch 3 acres |
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Sniper maneuvers, I'm on some heavy metal shit |
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Find me at Lollapalooza with a bazooka |
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Any bitch 14 and up, you know I'm fuckin' that |
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Get my rocks off, watchin' fat girls do jumpin' jacks |
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I really stay on top of my game when I'm at |
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'Cause I'm fuckin' your wife missionary style on a Twister mat |
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[J-Zone & Celph Titled] |
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MC's hate us |
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Bleach don't fade us |
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Ball on a bunch of ??? hoes don't date us |
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Zone and Celph Titled rippin' over the beat |
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Come to your crib, take a leak, piss all over the seat |
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You're 2-bit like Atari, ???, Commodore |
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You're sorry, with a weak show, what the fuck you rhymin' for? |
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[Sample] |
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What sort of nonsense is this? |
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Eat a dick up |
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Cock-cocksuckers, cock-cocksuckers |
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[J-Zone] |
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We APR finance careers |
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'Cause we give it to you now, and you're payin' for the next 3 years |
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My ex called me the Pipe-long Kid |
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'Cause I got a dick size reminiscent of the Whitestone Bridge |
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Sissies talk all tough, takin' "Thug-agra" by the case |
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Celph stomped a hole in your cheek, and everybody call your ass Ma$e |
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And on your face you'll fall flat |
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For ballin' out your league like Kobe with a baseball bat, ya bitch |
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[J-Zone talking] |
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Oh, shit, yo, Celph |
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What are you doing with that cannon, man? |
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Make sure you think twice before you use it |
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[Celph Titled talking] |
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No doubt Zone, I always do |
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[Sample] |
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Once when I load it, and once when I fire it (gunshot) |
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[Celph Titled] |
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Real gangstas don't say much, we talk with our hands |
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And keep a surplus of Ziploc bags and rubberbands |
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???, you see me load the clip in the gun? |
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You'd better kill that crip walk and start doin' a crip run |
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I'm 6'1", 240 pounds, enough to cause fractures |
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Extort pussies in the game, it's gonna cost rappers |
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From now on, call me Reverend Get-Right |
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I got a thing for female journalists, I like the bitch tight |
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Cookin' crack in a rotisserie oven, hickory smokin' |
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In the projects with a bulldozer, picture me rollin', nigga |
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I went to private school, attended church and said my prayers |
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Now I'm takin' trips to hell, and God, I love it there |
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Settin' the new fashion trends, who else? |
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You look nice in that body bag, shoot yourself |
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Black Sabbath performer, come see me on Sunday |
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And witness how I'm lightin' up Broadway with my gunplay |
