Hold it, hold it, where are you go- Oh, I'm sorry, I, I didn't recognize you sir
Hey, no one is admitted beyond- Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you
It's hot as fuck in here, you know what I'm saying? Air the crotch out
[Verse 1: Matta Ov Fact]
Yo, during the course of the last fiscal year Minimal wealth was earned And dismal tears were shed for critical health concerns Of your man Most of 'em by his own merit Malnourishment made a nigga have to fry his own ferret For the protein He seems so placid It's cause his diet's lacking essential amino acids Plus the niacin is missing, B Matta Ov Fact suffering from every vitamin deficiency His ailments make him twitch in threes Sewing up all his own cuts So he don't have to pay the stitching fee Some hail dents on his bitching V Ayo, it's Matt the frail gent Passing stones through his itching pee Still touring with that midget E In Albuquerque and 'em Vision murky from the venom Blessed crowds in the crusty light black pair of denim Then he shed 'em
[Sample/Hook: 5x] "I cock the mic back and then I wet 'em" "Get 'Em"
(Pull your microphone foreskin back and let off)
[Verse 2: EP]
Dirty prostitutes, popping poots And simultaneously dropping deuce Who knocking boots in cahoots with the prophet youths Raid the brothel with your sack of schillings Doppel hobble like a pack of villains Smoking crack from out the back of buildings Plus a knack for gilding A rather strange name change to Maximillion Antiques full of patinas This man reeks Plus a rap sheet deep, full of subpoenas Deceitful and demeanor, a creep Have you seen a mystique creature in the heap whose feet have edema? His joints have widened to oblivion My bro siding, viewer riding on a symbiote Of Libyan descent, scheckels spent Get privy to divying up lesser for your rent Indebt 'em For Huffy's on bike racks, he spend 'em Was twice jacked