Out To Lunch

Lyrics

[Sample-Looped Hook] "Dem no like me and me no like dem Dem a me enemy, me an dem no friend" "Dem no like me and me no like dem Dem a me enemy, me an dem no friend" "Ready to smack the dog shit outta them" "Ready to smack the dog shit outta them" "Demolish and polish (Who?) God damn!" [Verse 1: Celph Titled] (Fannn-fuckin-tastic), crashin' through ya wall like The Kool-Aid Man The suit cost eight grand Murderous clans that grabbed purses and ran Ain't shit 'cause with bare hands I disassemble conversion vans My Hell's Wind Staff blows limbs back I won't spit tracks with wick-wack cliques that come with less than ten stacks Yeah the price went up, bakin' cupcakes And if I told you what was in 'em you would probably throw the icing up Hyphen-fuck-slash, you kickin' that Boulderdash This is how you 'sposed to rap, I'm where you should focus at Chicka-chicka-check, me and Trigga Treach Triple the torture, torch ya when you intercept the Intratec Intercept text messages (yes) Collect evidence like a Dilated Peoples box set Get upset, turn ya top red I'm a hot head, swing a rock in a sock net Cop the Swisher from Achmed, let the Glock spread Put you in a box dead, carnivore, half animal Acupuncture treatments from the splinters in my axe handle Blast ammo when I mash out 'Cause when I lash out, I rip eyelashes out [Sample-Looped Hook] "Dem no like me and me no like dem Dem a me enemy, me an dem no friend" "Dem no like me and me no like dem Dem a me enemy, me an dem no friend" "Ready to smack the dog shit outta them" "Ready to smack the dog shit outta them" "Demolish and polish (Who?) God damn!" [Verse 2: Treach] Trigga Treach... Known for rippin' the raps, grippin' the gats, nippin' ya naps Fuck around and get kidnapped, slip and get slapped You'll be worth a handsome ransom, tied in the camper By some hip hop Black Panthers from Tampa Puttin' paws to ya jaws, how ya feel now? Plus you know we throw that steel 'round in Illtown Pil-pow, nigga-naps, nuh-Naughty style Watch ya turn the strippers 'round the .40 cal Gritty pile, plenty stacks, 60 pounds Handin' out my mini-Mac, 50 rounds A negro without an ego, Desert Eagle stay low You play bro and be spinnin' in the air like a tornado NATO couldn't save ya, pray a minute, pause Ya gone now thanks to Treach and the Demigodz These demographics are drastic, ya bastard Mastered the ass-kiss, show ya ass and get smacked quick [Sample-Looped Hook] "Dem no like me and me no like dem Dem a me enemy, me an dem no friend" "Dem no like me and me no like dem Dem a me enemy, me an dem no friend" "Ready to smack the dog shit outta them" "Ready to smack the dog shit outta them" "To come exact with a stupefied rap" [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Sneak attack entourage, barrage of shooters on deck That move with a set, pull a tool in a sec Imagine what we do to ya rep (I'm sayin') Dissect with a chainsaw, not a katana blade My problems make the common state of your heart rate complicate The voice of god, colder than an oyster bar The boy been hard like Hasselhoff hoistin' Deutsche Marks For Naughty fanatics I'm bringin' Ali Baba back Holy magician bringin' that Dalai Lama rap Send Bengals who will mangle you Leave you in the wild, I'll serve you as Bengal food Aim and shoot, with every word that we speak Tell 'em Treach we gon' [Treach] Smack 'em, call 'em burgundy cheeks Biatch!