Off The Wall (feat. Redman)

No matter what people say

I'm gon' keep rapping this way

No matter what you may think

I'm gon' keep doing my thing

One of the worst things

Is fat, bald men decided to write songs

And teach Mouseketeers to sing

I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors

So she gets fifty years of bad luck

Club and swear at Christina Aguilera

When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara

(Bitch!)

You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist

With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants

Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands

Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands

(So who is it?)

The fool who visits the playground

With two biscuits to lay down the school district

Get pissed with a whip with a Marseburg

With a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit

Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits

If I get too rich I just get sued

Redman-

Yo I leave with no engine

After I blow four in ya

One handstand on top of your ninja

Crashin' Doc stir the madness

We all out of work like Tony Atlas

Walking with cans in a laundry basket

America's most with the army after us

Fuck flossin' we take what's yours

Unload fifteen like an ace and four

I'm out of work but Doc laid them off

(Shit! The power's out)

The tape is off

Yo who target it from arsonists?

Paper make pens filled with arsenic

I got hoes that don't know what Prada is

Doc can shave up, cut your barber miss

?

I turn out camps in to crystal lakes

And fuck bitches face is what I'mma do

Cause that's what white boy Tyno do

Eminem-

So how's everybody doing tonight?

Hope you in the mood to get drunk

To screw and to fight

Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it

So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

Redman-

So how's everybody feeling tonight?

Hope you in the mood to get rude

And illin' to fight

Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it

So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump

Redman-

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son admitted

Rip your lips off kiss my ass with it

Slap bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..

(Print it!)

We ex and ass of tabs did it

I'm what's happening with no rerun

Doc rob Dinero when the heat come

My barrel hangs out the Camero

Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from

Flash the gat your town bow guarded

Your wallet, your chain the main target

Beef is like cold engine, don't start it

Bust in the air and hit an airplane pilot

We pound you, rap surround sounds around you

From ten speed and brown shoe

Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M

Blood flows with 2Paclypse and them

It's like Funk Doctor

Mr. Punk Rocker

Got the drug stock inside the lunch box

Pop junk like I just got jumped

Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun pump

Knock wood, it's all good

Thank God for vodka

But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker

Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic

With an automatic calling me up there

My man Stan with a gat in his hand

Staking my house out in a damn tinted Sedan

Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a damn

Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam

You gotta sip through a straw

Shop lift through the mall

Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall

Hey ma maybe I'll give you a call

SIKE! YOU FUCKING BITCH!

Suck a dick and two balls

I'm giving you all my shocking script

Which is to piss a priest off with this

Pop more pills than police officers

Arrive at the scene to pull me off of Kim

Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls

But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all

Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall

I might as well be a painting smashed on the floor

No matter what people say

I'm gon' keep doing my thing

No matter, OH!