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Intro: Psycho Les, DJ Babu scratches
That's right... that's great
Intoxicated Demons
"Hustler from the Queens borough, it's Big Psych"
Babu... (Babu...??)
Verse 1: Psycho Les
Off the hizzle, watch it sizzle like peroxide
Slap my cock between your eyes, now you cock-eyed
Cocksucker, you can't fuck with The Nuts
Ask your girl, 'cause she's suckin' the nuts
Everytime I swing, my punch connects
So stop frontin', show the Beatnuts respect
Why you hatin' on your next door neighbor?
That's why I had your ears in pain when you heard my flavor
It's Big Psych, DJ Babu with a brand new song
We blazing chron', like Cheech and Chong
It's a freak-a-thon, squeezin' cheeks in thongs
Droppin' bombs of heavy bass, "BOOM!" now your speaker's gone
Don't know, you should've known
It's the original Psycho, any other one's a clone
Interlude: JuJu, DJ Babu scratches
Yo... that's fuckin' right, ya hear?
Big muhfuckin' Ju in the house ("Juju!")
My man Psycho, Al Tariq...
"World's Famous – man, forget it..."
Intoxicated Demons, nigga, we comin'
Get out the fuckin' way
Verse 2: Juju
Here's what every emcee want to be
Exclusive, 'cause see there ain't no ordinary part of me
Look in my eyes, it ain't hard to see
I pump fear in every goddamn coronary artery
Big guns, big drums – both bangin'
All-stars on the ave, big mink coats draggin'
Meddle, man – bloody and junk, it gon' happen
Jihad, Intoxicated overlord rappin'
Come on, money, what you hearin'?
Whole hood'll be X-Filed, when niggas just start disappearin'
JuJu make it hard to breathe – I understand
Niggas couldn't have heart if it came in a can
Niggas act funny, I just love money
And my life is a reflection of that – a'ight, dummy?!
Scary expensive, my wardrobe very extensive
Let's face it, Jerry's eccentric
Interlude: Al' Tariq, DJ Babu scratches
Yeah!
The fuck y'all thought, baby boys?
L.A. to New York... yo...
Aiyyo! K...
"A-L T-A-'Riq the incredible"
Verse 3: Al' Tariq aka Fashion
Who want to rumble with the K-I'?
No good to play I, no hood could slay I
Your flooded in my daylights'
Deluge, bay'otch
(Wild'n out!) Do chaos
(Wild'n out!)
And if you with it from the jump, do say "I"
See me, my moor, find your spleen on the floor
Punk one, dunk one, got your team on the floor
You never seen me before
Mingled in with your mens
You don't know me, likely ya'll gon' see my face again
You see my face again, if you all about witnessin'
You a judge, D.A., you tongue Glock-kisser men {*smooch*}
One shot whistlin', left all glistenin'
Crack your dome, you Faced Off like Nick and 'em
Son out the Cages, so my rage is
Big boy toys, baby, talkin' Glocks and gauges
And my hock's contagious, spit flus 'til I'm through
Please, believe it – 'Riq and that dude, Babu (Whew!)
Outro: Al' Tariq
Uh... you heard, motherfuckers?!
Motherfuckin' Beatnuts, nigga!
DJ Babs!
Fuckin'... beats...!
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