You Play Too Much (Skit)

Lyrics

[Chris Rock & Method Man] One-two, one-two, ladies and gentlemen I am Chris Rock With my man Prince Paul chillin' in Brooklyn It is my pleasure, it is my treat (Mmm-hmm), it is my honor To introduce to you the man that needs no introduction Of course he don't need an introduction Or else you wouldn't have bought the God damn album Ladies and germs, get ready for the Ticallion Stallion AKA Johnny Blaze AKA The Iron Lung AKA Mr. Kincaid (Huh?) AKA Mr. Weatherby (What the fuck?) AKA Mr. Hankey (Huh?!) AKA Mr. Tibbs (Hey yo, get that nigga off the stage… now!) AKA Marla Gibbs (*Gun shots* Oh, my baby!) AKA The Say Hey Kid (Still goin'… son of a bitch!) AKA The Frisco Kid (Security! Release the hounds!) AKA Kid Dynamite (Hey, get that dog outta here!) AKA Grandma Dynamite (Fuck that, release the dolphins out this muthafucker) AKA Velvet Jones (Not the dolphins!) AKA JoJo Dancer (Fuckin' deadarm him) AKA Joe-Ski Love (Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo) AKA Ron Hightower (Damn…) AKA Heatmiser (Burn him!) AKA Donny Brasco AKA Donny Most AKA Donny Osmond AKA— (If you can't say it all, just say Meth, stupid You play too fuckin' much, Pookie)