Church

[Sean Price] Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered Distributed through out the hood, muthafucka, what's good? Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting Fuck it, now I'm forced to box You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir -- (Jesus Price has all the time) Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll niggas is foul Fuck it, Sean'll shoot two from the line Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock These niggas ain't ready for war, let 'em know [Rock] I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping shit up They could be trying to piece ya faces back together You keep on playing, you hear? [Sean Price] Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain [Hook 2x: Loudmouf Choir] Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [Rock] Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window Get ya window shot up, in a residential area And left, fuck a ocean and sea-ment you This time it's the principality, punk You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk Push your shit all the way off, a producer para-loser Yeah, pussy, that's you, chump All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz And the Beast Master, take a stab at me See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne Nappy piece to be praying for ya niggas While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll bitches, choir (Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro) Yeah that's how I got my Bronx bitch, she breakdance and bomb trains The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread Asking you car banger, and she go all way She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, suckas [Sean Price] Yeah, ya'll niggas 'ready to die', blast the sket And then you realize, ain't no fucking 'life after death' Smash your chest with a fucking medicine ball You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you fuckas is fired [Rock] The fire supplier, forget your squad Nigga, I'm dope like the tits on Oz, get your nod off [Hook 2x]