To all the stupid in the house
You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before
You said they couldnt do it but
This is for Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two Grand Whiz and Little Jimmy
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That you are now in the place to be we gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005
Kickin it live speed
Cause I got it locked and dealin
And you are sick of all them rappers bitin their rhymes
Because we nee-need back stabbers
When it comes to me and my associate Kenny Muhammad
And there is no proof there
And they are sick because we know how fck the product
Weeeeeeeee
We crossed
Were in the P-P-Paul mix
Were the big bomb
I wish I knew more than I could ever wish to know
And to show you some clear soul damn straight
So all you know the man says it would go a little something like this
Oh
La-di-da-di-da-di
We likes to party-party
We always causin trouble-trouble
Bothering everybody
We are just some men up on the mic
When-when we grab the pitch
YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT
fck all of yall whos going to Hell
Just keep on smilin and enjoy yourself
Cause its cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin
And thats what we create, because that be our mission
So listen close to what we say
Because what this type of shit it happens everyday what
this type of shit it happens everyday what
this type of shit it happens everyday
I woke up around two in the mornin
Did a lot of coke, strechin, yawnin
Went into the BATHROOM to wash up
Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch
I said, mirra, mirra, on-on the wall, who be the top-choice of-of them all?
There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said…
You are, you conceited bastard!
Well thats true, thats why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap and I brushed the gold teeth
I ch-ch-changed my clothes, spiked my hair
I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear
And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
The Johnsons baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh-dressed like a million dollas
I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla
Stepped out the crib, stopped short
Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn
Shit I forgot my fckin Cango
Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley
Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley, uhh-huhh
God damn bitch played hard to get
So I said, whats up girl, you look like shit
Dont cry, dry your eye
Sally tells her momma, you all better hide tonight
Because her mom stepped up from behind
Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye
Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet
Slammed the girl on the hard concrete
Oohhhh bitch was strong, mommas gone
Something seemed wrong, now what is goin on
I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her
She said, if I cant have you, she cant eitherrrrrrr
She grabbed me hard, around my cock
her arm broke out cause I had the chicken pox
Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly
She put her fcking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said,
Why dont you give me some play
Stop avoiding me like you is gay
I wet my pants whenever you say
Oohhh bitches love me cause they know that I can
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, cant you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
I love your faggy ways, I guess thats why youre always getting laid
Oohh on and on and on and on and… word whatever shaka-zulu
I said, played out Im gonna give her a kiss
I said, you cant have me, I am too young for you miss
She said, no you are not, then she starts to cry
I said, Im 18 and she says stop lying
Seriously, go ask mother
And with your wrinkled pssy, you cant be my loverrrrrr
Pow
Okay people, were talking about Kenny Muhammad The Human Orchestra
Im not jokin ya know
Hes wicked, hes livin, hes vibin
With the hardcore verbal beatery
Beatbox criminal, top of his catagory
Thats a little something special for your Mindless CD