Look, up above!
It`s a bird, it`s a plane, it`s my balls! (Yeah)
J-Zone a-k-a Captain Backslap
Celph Titled the motherfuckin` Rubix Cupid
Come on
[J-Zone]
Super-nigga J-Zone in the sky with a fur cape
Enemy of the state, in `98 I dropped the gold tape
Hoes wantin` my presents got nothin` but more laughter
Bitch, the fact that it`s Christmas is no factor
Unknown to famous, my Rolodex got a long list of hoes, like the Chinatown White Pages
Only yellow nigga, always runnin` his mouth
Eatin` pussy, lookin` like Pac-Man, but don`t fuck with a spouse
Ladies, I drove `em crazy, `cause I gave `em more head
But pigeons are shittin` on me `cause I threw `em no bread
Bum bitches beg me not to perform `cause I`m offendin` `em
[Sample]
Please, don`t do it!
I said I`m no gentleman!
[J-Zone]
She left, about to cry too, what, you forgotten?
I was raised on 2 Live Crew, my attitude is rotten
Zone and Celph are guaranteed
Like your bitch gainin` 55 pounds after you marry the G
[Celph Titled]
Yo, me and Zone cake heavily, breakin` cheddar with cheese graters
With an HK ??? that stretch 3 acres
Sniper maneuvers, I`m on some heavy metal shit
Find me at Lollapalooza with a bazooka
Any bitch 14 and up, you know I`m fuckin` that
Get my rocks off, watchin` fat girls do jumpin` jacks
I really stay on top of my game when I`m at
`Cause I`m fuckin` your wife missionary style on a Twister mat
[J-Zone & Celph Titled]
MC`s hate us
Bleach don`t fade us
Ball on a bunch of ??? hoes don`t date us
Zone and Celph Titled rippin` over the beat
Come to your crib, take a leak, piss all over the seat
You`re 2-bit like Atari, ???, Commodore
You`re sorry, with a weak show, what the fuck you rhymin` for?
[Sample]
What sort of nonsense is this?
Eat a dick up
Cock-cocksuckers, cock-cocksuckers
[J-Zone]
We APR finance careers
`Cause we give it to you now, and you`re payin` for the next 3 years
My ex called me the Pipe-long Kid
`Cause I got a dick size reminiscent of the Whitestone Bridge
Sissies talk all tough, takin` Thug-agra by the case
Celph stomped a hole in your cheek, and everybody call your ass Ma$e
And on your face you`ll fall flat
For ballin` out your league like Kobe with a baseball bat, ya bitch
[J-Zone talking]
Oh, shit, yo, Celph
What are you doing with that cannon, man?
Make sure you think twice before you use it
[Celph Titled talking]
No doubt Zone, I always do
[Sample]
Once when I load it, and once when I fire it (gunshot)
[Celph Titled]
Real gangstas don`t say much, we talk with our hands
And keep a surplus of Ziploc bags and rubberbands
???, you see me load the clip in the gun?
You`d better kill that crip walk and start doin` a crip run
I`m 6`1, 240 pounds, enough to cause fractures
Extort pussies in the game, it`s gonna cost rappers
From now on, call me Reverend Get-Right
I got a thing for female journalists, I like the bitch tight
Cookin` crack in a rotisserie oven, hickory smokin`
In the projects with a bulldozer, picture me rollin`, nigga
I went to private school, attended church and said my prayers
Now I`m takin` trips to hell, and God, I love it there
Settin` the new fashion trends, who else?
You look nice in that body bag, shoot yourself
Black Sabbath performer, come see me on Sunday
And witness how I`m lightin` up Broadway with my gunplay
