Nursery Rhyme (Prod. by Nottz)
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One, two, one, two
I said one, two, one, two
Right about now is the time
I kick a nursery rhyme
God damn 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 rhyming like yo, please
I got that second vowel flow, I'm rhyming with the E's
You never see me on lists inside these magazines
But I'm the source of rap discussions, they vibing with Ortiz
In my XXL shirt, lying over my jeans
It's like I'm fighting in Europe, I'm fire overseas
Hip-hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees
I'm the fire in reverse, paradise in the Ps
I'm Iron Mike in the 80s in the black trunks
Act punk, be lying on your back, slumped
All my lines pack punch, who wan' be rap lunch?
Me make your snack jump, you let the pistol pap-pap
Pump me, Mac dump, fast munch
I reckon you stay away from the wrecking ball
If I swing in your direction, I'll level you all like a measured wall
The itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
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'm manslaughter all around the damn border
Optimus in his prime, a fucking transformer
Walk in any club, I'm the subject of camcorders
So I'm sliding out the back every night with a man's daughter
Putting 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
With a kid's palm, an object to minimize the trouble
I been in rides with duffel bags stuffed with the crack
Few years later, I put them same drugs on a track
Got the globe high from coca, el flow you can't toca
So listen close, chocha, cรกllate la boca
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
God damn, I'm the man
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow
I skinned him and rocked that little nigga to my show
I be dipper than an O-R-E-O cookie
I'ma milk him for this dough, I'm a pilgrim with the hoes
I could rock a Plymouth Sundance and dumb pants
And still thank her for giving me a blow job
No prob, they go home, I go hard
And find another broad to Humphrey Bogart
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
I rhyme over a banjo and handle your bars
I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod
I'm out of here, every rhyme's a post-dated postcard
Don't mention my name, just keep playing your part
'Cause I got a gang of wolves, Amadeus Mozarts
I don't smile, they gon' set it, see you in the hospital
Spelling YAOWA, your ass on wild anesthetics
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with chaplows
Y'all can't fuck with Joell
That nigga's nice
Y'all just be saying stuff that only we can understand
The little kids