It Takes a Seven Nation Army to Hold Us Back

[Intro] Can't believe you motherfuckers didn't think of this before Make bitches spas' like the Plasmatics, watch this [Apathy] Better get the best shit you wrote that makes 'em go wild Shit a bitch'll put up in a AOL Profile Download it, burn it and ship it to Kansas To a cousin that'll pump it on a college campus Play it at dances and translate it to Spanish So foreign exchange motherfuckers'll understand this Shit that'll make a chick send you her panties Or fight with her family like, "you don't understand me" Raps that'll change the existence of earth From infant to birth if mom heard the verse Like "what", didn't understand it at first So she reversed and played it until it made her brain burst That's how it works, gotta love it 'till it hurts Love it 'till I easily ease off skirts Ease on your knees and I'll skeet on your shirt Freeze on the floor now back to work Go (back and forth) From here to the floor Till your bodies spasm and your feet is sore Go (back and forth) From here to the store Use a box of Magnums now you need some more Go (back and forth) On top, make her rock, make her pop Make it roll, make her stop 'fore you blow it then Go (back and forth) From here to the bar From near or far When you hear it in your car go Hey what's up Beatrice I see you standin' there with your little Coach bag Tiffany's bracelet trying to look all pretty That's like 250 dollars total That's two pairs of sneakers for me Fuck outta here (I'm gonna fight 'em all,) (hold me back) (Fight'em all), (hold me back) (Fight'em all), (hold me back) (What you gonna do Ap) (Fight'em all), (hold me back) Yeah nope, don't calm down yet It's not time yet [Verse 2: Emilio Lopez] Hold me back, fuck that, I'ma gonna fight 'em all If you can't fight 'em, later swing by the morgue Since nobody knows how to rock a mic no more I'ma start teaching rappers how to write your bars I ain't tryin' to tell nobody how to fight your wars [But fuck weapons son, throw hooks like Jabar I don't like any of y'all And any of all, wouldn't give a fuck if my bank had a penny or more Come through your crib smellin' like the scent of your whore Give you dap with the same hand that was pettin' your whore I admit it, I'm a sinner, broke plenty of laws And never got stretched but I broke plenty of jaw Listen, I'm hungry, I'm amped, I'm ready, I'm souped Been broke too damn long son, I'm ready for loot Once I'm more known no artist will never recoup And I'ma spit the flow 'till I own every coupe Go (back and forth), weed spot to the coke spot Bring a fiend with you just to make sure the coke's hot (Back and forth) If she wit' you now she mine Lover boy you should've never ever bought that half of wine (Back and forth) Lotta hoes on my dick, due to dough that I get, plus the flows that I spit (Back and forth) Re-up, get that money, man We about to change the game, ain't nothin' funny man [Outro] Yeah, Emilio y'all can call me Mr. Lopez Your girl already does Change the record motherfucker