Gimmie More

Lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Madrox] Yo, ICP and Twiztid wrecking shit for the fam mothafackos [Verse 1: Monoxide] I'm like fuck this shit, bitch I ain't playin' I give a fuck what you and that DJ sayin' Could end this right now no more delaying And like a dog I got 'em all obeying Obliterate the competition like I was the son of Satan But really I'm just man on a mission impatiently waiting I've got the weight of a generation to generate in my head And every song that I be makin' since 98 And you're tellin' me right now that it might be too late I said back down, if it's coming to faith Were to let down if it blows up in my face But that's the kind of a person I ain't I relate to the X files more than an American Idol I'm a death star lookin' to jump start your vitals And nothing's far, I'ma keep my name on the title Even most, if not all, of my rivals are feeling suicidal [Chorus] Bring 'em out, knock 'em dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more Turn it down, turn it up, loud enough? Gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more, more than I've been lookin' for Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow And you expect me to follow? (Hell no!) Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style) [Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Gimmie more than you ever had before I'm at your concert, bored, asleep on the floor It's like pizza every night, it was ok the first bite Then like an old hooker's neden, it's nothin' tight Serve it up with hot soup, in a candy painted coup With a fresh group on a fruity loop, it's still poop You never dupe a veteran our medicine is better than Anything on Letterman, again I need Excedrin My head hurt, is that your best work? Were you hurt somehow? That's on the chart? I rather hear a elephant fart Wicked scientist, hatchet cape flyin' fist Why you even tryin' this? Bitch, stick to fryin' fish Great lake, earthquake, kick your rump shaker Take em through the road block, boom breaker, breaker Any more of that? Stomp you flat, like a door mat Ignore that crap in fact, have that door shipped back [Chorus] Bring 'em out, knock 'em dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more Turn it down, turn it up, loud enough? Gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more, more than I've been lookin' for Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow And you expect me to follow? (Hell no!) Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style) [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] You gotta keep strong with the resistance, protect the regime From the narcissistic self-centered sadistic Also hypocritic when we spit shit Brains turn on like a light switch amongst the flyin' fish With the immortal rap and craft techniques Make these wack cheesy motherfuckers scared to speak Spit sugar you're diabetically too sweet They just some boogers and ironically they've picked me Last name: Fuck! First name: I don't give a! A drunk degenerate like cirrhosis of the liver With the pinnacle third eye, pyramid supreme Stayed on the top of the food chain while bitches are bottom feed Serious like the star of the East With the power to outshine any newcomers and wildebeests Brother of Paul and my first name Jamie And I'll shoot you in the face like Dick Cheney, you motherfuckers [Chorus] Bring 'em out, knock 'em dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more Turn it down, turn it up, loud enough? Gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more, more than I've been lookin' for Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow And you expect me to follow? (Hell no!) Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)