[Verse 1: LL Cool J, Redman & Method Man]
Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soakin' wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an animal?
'Cause I bagged your's too
One bad mooley, nigga you can't school me
I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
To think I started on the choir singin' solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex with a ass like cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes Kriss Krossed like she on J. Dupri's team
Bunyon you're sittin' up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now I'm lookin' for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school nigga with a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, HOW THE FUCK IS THAT RUDE?
For soul glowin, afro pickin'
S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'
Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks
'Cause honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in
'Cause I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
Bruno Samartino, Stan Stasiak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin', chickens when I’m cluckin'
Cus WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin
Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soakin' wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an animal?
'Cause I bagged your's too
One bad mooley, nigga you can't school me
I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
To think I started on the choir singin' solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex with a ass like cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes Kriss Krossed like she on J. Dupri's team
Bunyon you're sittin' up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now I'm lookin' for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school nigga with a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, HOW THE FUCK IS THAT RUDE?
For soul glowin, afro pickin'
S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'
Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks
'Cause honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in
'Cause I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
Bruno Samartino, Stan Stasiak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin', chickens when I’m cluckin'
Cus WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin
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