Winicumuhround

The hypes got me, I knock em out the box then out socks
Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks
My block...s hot, so gimme all you got
When Im done rockin, I leave you all doin the bus stop
My format spins wheels like pat sajak
I rub niggaz out like ajax now hit the playback
Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts
Im smoked out, all you mcs, pull your books out
Word is bond its on I get at dawn like marvin gaye
Starvin since the days of kindergarten
When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
Blow shit up like the 4th of july, with half sticks
And on and on, to the break of rae-dawn chong
Im killin you softly with this song, with this bomb
Im like the bronx, cuz I boogie down
Im representin jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround

Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget
(aiyyo-yo-yo redman, yo that was last album) aiyyo fuck it, bust it
The top, notch, look over your sess spots
Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops
Burn more steam than carpet cleaners
Im meaner then Im iller than oj, catchin a misdemeanor
Boom-bash I set it off (right right)
I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights
My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
The funk butter cup, cause Im a bastard at robbin
I shake the valleys over cali when Im spliffed up
Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the erichter
Are you tuned in to my tunes its boom
Yall niggaz couldnt see me if yall had zoom
Im accurate like acura, my styles ninety years maximum
Fuel-injected like a maxima, whenimuharound motherfucker

The way I get wreck yall niggaz call it mic check
Im vexed and if I got an itchy finger like bernard geotz
With a pad and a pen I blend funky images
That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and
Three years move along theres nothing to see here
If I wasnt nice motherfucker I wouldnt be here
Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
Def squads in the house and motherfucker we can back it
Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
The sound makes your brains wet
With the color purple on a freight train
The devils the conductor
Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers
My funky pattern takes interludes around saturn
Im more diesel than evil meant evil like sebastian
Dont try this at home kids, I zone with ets
And other alien type of mcs
So throw your shit up in the sky, cause redmans about to get live
Like one-two-five
I smoke high times magazines when I lounge
And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker