Nursery Rhyme

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] One-two one-two I said ah-one-two one-two Right about now is the time I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he? Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please I got that second vowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease You never see me on lists inside these magazines But I'm +The Source+ of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz In my +XXL+ shirt, lion over my jeans It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas! Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump! Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall [Interlude: Joell Ortiz] The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout Down came the rain and washed the spider out [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down I manslaughter all around the damn border Optimus in his +Prime+, a fuckin Transformer! Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter Puttin my you-know-what, you know where No not down there, in between both ears Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack Few years later I put them same drugs on the track Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca So listen close chocha, Cllate La Boca [Interlude 2: Joell Ortiz] Twinkle twinkle little star How I wonder what you are [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb Whose fleece was white as snow I skinned him and rocked that lil' nigga to my show I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'mma milk 'em for this dough I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance In dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job No prob, they go home I go.. hard And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart John Rambo got ammo for whole squads I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part Cause I got a Gang of Wolves, Amadeus Mozart's I don't smile, ain't gon' set it See you in the hospital spellin' YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics [Outro: Joell Ortiz] Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow Y'all can't fuck with Joell That nigga's nice Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand Haha, the little kids, hehe