Is it on?

Faggot ass niggas, talkin all that bullshit

Worried about what I do but I don't give a fuck

You know what I'm sayin, cuz if I listen to that shit...



[Verse 1]

I be the metaphorical Don Juan's upon

My confidant bring my words to life, make shit bond

See the lyrical lexicon makes strong songs DJ's gotta throw on

Thug niggas love to bug along

And wack MC's dream on and on

Drifting further from reality, concentratin on me flow on

I master murderous phrases simile, homicidal delivery

And don't give a fuck who don't like me

See we be, the type of MC's bringing equilibrium into the industry

Your own peeps say you pussy

I show up unexpectedly to the release party

Get up close and personally snatch your body

Often say, place your life status see on crtically

But y'all just sound like you dissin me subliminally

See you walkin contradiction, caught up in the friction

If you can't stand the heat, stay the fuck out the kitchen

In front of the whole industry on national TV

I'll bluntly, tell you to shut the fuck up



HOOK:

To all you got the pen niggas

Shut the fuck up

All you stinky, dirty tramps

Shut the fuck up

All the hoes on his dick

Shut the fuck up

All you lyin motherfuckers

Shut the fuck up



[Verse 2]

You'd be surprised what niggas go through to dis the squad

Call our business lines tryin na sound all fuckin hard

When your man dialed the number, heard my voice, jumped on my dick

Then you grabbed the phone and started poppin mega shit

Then tried to kick a little bullshit rhyme or two

About how much money you can make and how much damage you can do

But the simple fact is that you wanna be me

Redman, Erick Sermo