Good buddy Knife Strauzen stopped by to throw a verse on. A nice simple beat with some quality rhyming.
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Story behind the song
Durring August of 2002, we got together to jam on some album tracks and threw down this tune. Peep the Tolkien references. Funky funkity funk.
Lyrics
Lounge Lizards
-PMP-
Well, I'ma mamma jamma from the southwest IA
Neva been to Detroit or Philly
But I'm rockin' for my jock and with the sock
it makes me want to get crazy and get shot.
My Phone Rings to the name of Elisha,
Check my chicktionary, is she a beasta?
No, so I roll, get in tha hole, and blow,
And then I go, find some mo' food, eat mo’
Yeah, I'm the Phat mutha fucka named:
The Motherfuckin' Phunk Masta,
So I eat dry-wall and sh*t plaster,
Caster, used to have it on my chair 'til I rolled away
To the pussy hair, and got there,
Lost for days,
Went to the fore, but I was to late, and I got laid,
and I f*cked your mom in the A-
Hole, no,
(freestyle)
now I'm freestylin' I'm on a roll,
Yeah, what the f*ck is this sh*t?
I *ckin' cuss so much I make a bitch sh*t!
What the f*ck is that all about?
Laugh in the background, and make me sound like a bad mutha
F*cka, f*cka, man mothaf*cka,
I'ma mad man with the mic, mothaf*cka,
I eat dick, no I sh*t dick, oh no I'm f*cked up!
Oh no, dick, dick, sh*t!
-V-
Aw, what, what (and can I get another) what!
Standin' in the street, it's the bus or us,
Shakin' off the rust, no I'ma cause a fuss.
Stab pork widda fork, fly like a stork
West to east; L.A. first, Phoenix, then New York.
Call me Gandalf the Grey, I'm castin' spells like a wizard,
Basking in the sun like a lizard.
Dissention is not necessary here,
Low, low layin', grinnin' like Cheshire.
Maybe on e like you should stop looking in the mirror
And show yourself to the world instead of fear.
Now, every other time I say somethin' to Mike V
It's like I'm talking to an alternate version of me.
Well, talking to myself is one way,
And acting like an Elf is another.
I won't sink into the snow come Sunday,
No stumblin' or tumblin', rhymes get smothered.
Give it a ribbit like Toad, explode!
You know I got the Wack MC Ode,
And the story I told, I'm in tha mode
to crack ya password, decode...
-EBR-
Biggity Boom, step back cause I'm on the attack,
Your brain of wack crap will get lost in its tracks.
Just like a flapjack, ya get flipped and served,
On a crash-course, phone each other,
But ya went and swerved, word.
Why'd ya have to go and make things complicated?
Adrill will need an Advil
After I pound her dome like an anvil.
I move so fast it's like I stand still.
Now, I'm slingity-slangin'
Throwin' curves, throwin' words,
And hoppin' curbs through tha 'burbs,
And reverb inhances the undertones,
Crushin' bones, rhymes travel beyond thunderdomes.
The thunder roams over my brainscape,
When I spit, guard you brain plate!
-Knife-
I'm nigga hard; I'm hard like a nigga,
Hold my gun sideways when I'm pullin' tha trigger.
I don't like guns, I prefer to use a knife.
I won't stab you, but I'll stab your wife.
Not with a sword, or a meat cleaver,
I'll use my wang, full of semen’s how I'll leave her.
I'm the one-and-only Knife Strauzen;
New-and-improved G-Loc with better raps times ten.