Lyrics:

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