[Lil' Kim] I'm bout to fuck this track, get the Ky jelly I'm pluck ya haters nerves, like a game of skelly Yeah, I might screw Nelly in the back of the deli And ya'll say the Queen don't keep it gully She want him home by one, he ain't showin' tonight I guess ol' girl ain't throwin' it right Down down baby, on the first lady Before he bust, I'm slidin' off to Slim Shady Dear Eminem, you just don't understand I want to melt in your mouth and not in your hands! Your accent make me horny, you got hits So peep the remix: your bum is on my tits Usher, you ain't got to call Had you singin', you remind me to a blow up doll I'm into sports, mostly basketball I be like, ohh, and they take it to the hole Picture me the coach of the New York Knicks Gettin' head from Sprewell, choke on this Sixty nine's the position, I can't resist I'm that blunt in Snoop's mouth, smoke on this From Chris Webber to Vince Carter, who get in the best Competin' for the Queen like a dunking contest Yo, J to A. I. , when you in Bedstuy Make sure you holla at the K. I
[Chorus: Method Man] Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch It's time I show 'em what a bitch is all about, bitch A keep it movin', keep them bitches out my mouth, bitch From the east, to the west and dirty south, bitch Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
[Lil' Kim] For a million dollars a head, I'll fuck all of Cash Money Back that thang up like a Playboy bunny Bling bling, every time Baby hit the booty, bling bling And Lil' Wayne run up in the cootie, ching ching Juve' and the rest of the crew, the same thing Hahaha, I cracks myself up I know I talk shit, but I can back myself up Still don't believe the words I'm spittin' Dab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a no brainer Why the fuck you ain't call me to be ya personal trainer I'm just fuckin' with you, don't get mad, and try to spaz Or I'll have to call that nigga Kasta Zu, on your ass Tyson, Sugar Ray, you boxers turn me on Hope your dick's like your money B, real long Just cuz I'm a freak and talk dirty in my songs This pussy ain't for free, now that's where you're wrong I take Tank to the bank, before his career sank For me to sex him, I need about 17 drinks Like The Artist said, I'm a sexy muthafucka Try'nna make a Rush Hour 3 porno with Chris Tucker What about Musiq Soulchild, man, I'd rather suck Bilal And have an orgy with the whole Where Brother Art Thou Jagged Edge, 112, N'Sync, is on Get my hands on Justin and Britney Spears is goone
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