RedmanI Got a Secret

Damn
Ladies.. and gentlemen
I got a secret
Somebody told me yo' ass
stink!
Don't blame me!
Hah what huh..
Ah one two three four
Huh
huh yo
Huh yo yo yo yo yo yo
(c'mere baby)
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yo
huh
Yeah yi yeah these metaphors be broad
Take the Shanks out of Shaw
Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard jump out the ninety ninth
floor
That bitch on the salt box know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the
Mardi Gras with double chrome forty-fours
Full up plates, cause someone I'm
ready to take yours!
Jungle music got my mind and body
stimulatin
Hyperventilatin, you're talk of the town like date raping
Call
me the Doc-casian Spot, The Beatles
Malfunction in the SL Board without the
EQ
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck
souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
It's where the blacks rub,
what, fuck your back up
My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you
definitely feel
the rapture.. ha ha.. HA HAH.. HA HAH!
Aiyyo! Feel
what I feel, see what I see son
Break your neck -- secretly blown, talico
style Doc
Trace the sketch -- according to verbal recording hot
Bricks
underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful! Cut the cabbage and sell
it as pharmeceuticals
I react - the baddest juvenile bite off his
cuticles
I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I serve the
murder then beef it to ham-burger
* Redman skats, I can't follow it * but
I'm only kidding
Knowin god damn well that's hard to spit
Fans call me
mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood
Everyday, wanna star? Check an
astrologist
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck
buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
You know, papi
chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much spanish ass, niggaz think I own
Copa Cabana
Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbera, check
it
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch-a-Sketch it
Serial killer
that tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the
girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (KLACK)
I blow
you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
Fatal, duckin from pussy
police in LeSables
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your
navel
High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin
And now get the
Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
Ha ha.. alright one more
time..