Tom J is in the house (repeat 2X)

Rap is outta control (repeat 6X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

G man do I have the power like He Man

To crack a wack MC's head open like a pea can

Damn my name should become Sam

But I prefer a grand royal for the jam

I'm putting heads out the guns I use to pump lead out

Hey son I suggest that you head out

I total cremate strikin mic flakes

I won't break I make more nerds than a earthquake

Strong, got more strength than King Kong

I'm worldwide, I'm interviewed like Kaity Chung

I'm on now, live at 12, it's so dope

All the way to 4 o'clock, there no soaps

I'm able to rock the mic nice and stable

It's a chance that you might see me on cable

Vision, Showtime or HBO with the flow

Getting more play than Rambo

Aiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control

Rap is outta control, it's definitely, fuckin outta control

Rap is outta control, rap is definitely is outta control

It's outta control, rap is outta control

Verse Two: PMD

Straight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mush

Yo, I stuck crab MC, E (too late, he got crushed)

Was he a pop rap singer, R&B swinger

Faggot who jumped the gate and now you get the finger

In other words, it's absurd to try to get wit

The brother from Brentwood, Long Island, nicknamed Swift Lip

I'm too smooth and yes, I groove to the slam track

Wit a Beck's in my right hand, left hand on bozack

I moved on ya posse, first reaction was "Oh shit

Let's do that brother, hell no (why) he's too quick"

So dial 1-900-55-eat-shit

I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes I still kick

(What) ass like a jock (height) 6'3" and stocky

(Rap name) not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky

I'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem

The Dream, and yes sometimes it may seem that

Rap is outta control (repeat 2X)

Sure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dude

Rap is outta control, yes, yes y'all, yes y'all

Yes y'all, yes y'all, kick it E

Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD

I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall

Ha ha, your rhymes stall

When I bust caps, until they Kryptonite caps

I reign of steel, I swap bullets like that

I'm like, Superman, fly high up in the sky

And if you try to shoot me down, clown, I won't die

I cremate

I hate, let's exterminate

Wait for a second, E, time to debate

As I take my fisherman hat off, there's no hat

For an MC on a trail of a mad comeback