No Guest List

Album cover art for "No Guest List" by Def Squad

Def Squad - Rap, East Coast Rap

No Guest List

2 Plays

Duration: 3:28

View Artist

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Keith Murray] Yo, ayo, I step out the shell like a black pearl Become the destroyer of all worlds I eat you inside out like stress The best, I never lose a rhyme contest While troublesome black rolls flows Bleed internal, external like a bloody nose Props grow like crops Desert boot Clarks wit no socks Parking space killer, stay out the lot You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name I take it out your ass and charge it to the game I battle with words, go to war with ideas You defeat me never in a million years The factor of the rapture Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought But then you got caught up in my final thought Nigga [Hook] Miss Thing... There is no guest list tonight! [Verse 2: Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo I get on the mic like ba-doo-be-doot, kick roundhouse You the tightest mothafucka, let me find out When I pull mines out, I could gaffle Mr. Keebler For all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House Give you static like your mixer got the ground out Hug you wit my hands in your grandma's pouch I'm down south wit OutKast wit pounds out Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth You know E and Keith when we brawl I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall And overall, on y'all a protocol My style is Kabal, finish him, for the Benjamins Fools call me the Grinch Cause I punch you in your face, Christmas on 2-5th While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch [Hook] Miss Thing... There is no guest list tonight! [Verse 3: Erick Sermon] Yo, yo It's E the assassin (ANTONIO BANDERAS) Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas So face it, some of y'all should go back to basics Before the prom, before Sissy Spacek Reevaluate what's right for you From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker I dig a hole so deep, you can't return And hear about the episode on Howard Stern I'm born wit heart, I blast ya Hit ya wit the fish in deep water and take your yacht master Playing me one time, that's unforgiving I got a body, one count (and we ain't bullshittin') We be thick in the mix, milk wit Quik In the business I work every circuit I'm bigger, better, and deffer So however, wherever, whenever, heffer [Hook] Miss Thing... There is no guest list tonight! Miss Thing... There is no guest list tonight! Miss Thing... There is no guest list tonight! Miss Thing... There is no guest list tonight!

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Keith Murray
  • Erick Sermon
  • Redman