Doc Strange: Ow! Ha, yeah! Ay, I know you want that CREAM, huh? Well if you want that mother fucking CREAM, get down on your knees and just smile like a donut for me baby, just smile! Ha-ha!
Fly Ty:
(Yeah, yeah!)
I’m sipping cocktails, smacking asses like I’m Too Short,
If you got the nerve you might get served just like a food court,
They try to sue me, but trust me dawg, I don’t do court,
And can’t nobody find me, I’m grinding downtown in Newport,
I’m in the cypher, it’s business, and I don’t goof off,
Call Mekhi Phifer and tell him we taking roofs off,
My team is in the back; the scopes’ll make you look like Rudolph,
So don’t be trying to fight me dawg, I might just knock your tooth off,
(Shit!) I ain’t playing when I’m spraying, I’m delirious,
I’m on that fucking Joker shit, homie, why so serious?
Don’t take offense, it’s just offensive to the haters,
Fuck a ghost writer, think I copy shit? I got the papers,
I’m back at it like an Open Mic demo,
I’m sitting on chrome in an all-white limo,
Here we go, here we go, it’s just hammer time,
Texas boy on the West Coast, Quentin Jammer time!
Brad:
Getting hoes down and dirty like I’m gardening,
I been knocking boots since Moby Dick was a sardine,
If you feel the need to buy gold and chains,
Even Superman flies away from Lois Lane,
Asking for a princess cut, she got a James Bowie,
Gotta’ cook to get this cheese like Ratatouille,
She selling scraps at Chuy’s knowing it’s my weakness,
These thoroughbreds keep running to me like the Preakness,
I don’t mean it when I say ya’ special…
I just wanna’ bust some of ya’ pussy vessels!
Banking on some commas, I’m thinking decimels,
Though I will pay to see you and your friend mud wrestle,
This ain’t the kind of shit that I should boost on,
But a wave’s the kind of shit I like to coast on,
Save that lovey-dovey shit for a slow song,
If she short on birth control, I tell her so long!
Jimmy James:
(I said damn!) Why these lames claiming they some big shots?
My shit’s hot, spitting fire till my lips rot,
In the spot with ya’ chick stroking it till my dick pops,
While you on the couch crying, jerking till ya’ wrist locks,
See I ain’t gotta run game like Jerome Bettis,
But me and ya’ bitch a good fit, like we play Tetris,
All I really gotta’ do now is get more lettuce,
And the word’s that’s coming out my mouth will sound prophetic,
I got a fetish for fast times, and fast chicks,
And chapped lips from just way too many hash hits,
In all black with Doc Strange, Johnny Cash bitch!
On beats I go Mr. Potato head, and then I smash shit!
I smash mics like dime pieces and my thesis?
Having so many bad bitches I need more leashes,
Lucifer, who is ya? Jimmy James, one and the same,
Smashing mics like Bud Lights till I get my fucking mind right, bitch!
Doc Strange:
Step into my realm, let stimulation overwhelm,
Feel the strangeness when I aim this atcha’ fucking cerebellum,
Sipping semi-synthetic opiates, my odor be so odious,
The excellence is evident, bow down to the holiest,
Pissing on the competition, yes the stream is copious,
Tired of holding my dick, which one of you A&R’s is holding this?
Welcome helter skelter in this hell I never swelter,
Fire licks the temple while I’m working like a welder,
Exterminating vermin, while earning and burning tree,
German pedigree, you fleas should flee the fuck from me,
Bust in ya’ face… Dirk Nowitzki,
Bust on her chin… Ron Jeremy,
Penicillin flow, ya’ just a germ to me,
Emcee killing spree leaving bodies and debris
Used to be starving now I’m larger than life,
Christ, they might hang me from a cross tonight,
Christ, I’ve been a righteous man all my life,
Bout I’m bout to Break Bad… Walter White.
