Host wit da Most - Das EFX

I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it’s a frisbee

Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like Willis

Heiman, when I’m rhymin I’m makin the pape’s like Simon

says ta, my stick it ta master, I still be the best-a

I figgity the flame but in the sun, now time for Esther

So hi-ho I’m Silver, I’m makin the pape’s when I kicks

the that’ll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticks

For the chicks, I be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks

So yibbida yabber yoozy, that floozy Suzy Chapstick

So here boy, here boy, come get some, it’s Krazy

I’m swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like ???

on Daisy

I’m swayze

Hook (x8):

(*Rappaz just ain’t what they used to be*)

Verse 2: Books

I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty

Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me so I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby cos I'm the, G U hoo Dixie, they

dribblin in they Timberlands

I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline

Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin I lost it but I hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it So hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do a new way to school a new jay, you say

Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks

Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops

Hook (x8)

Verse 3: Dray

Well um, knock knock, who’s that?

Guess what?

My crew’s back

rippin the hip-hop, Penelope pitstop

Doin the bitin, the shit I be writin, you’re givin me rabies

They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies

Hey ladies, I know A-B's, I’m makin CD’s

I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your Weeties

Comprendo, so let your friends know I’m losin my noodle

cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils

I’m the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a QB

Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G So you be Kool &The Gang and I puts my slang in Hangin loosely, oh yes G, niggas be tryin to test me Hook (x8)

Verse 4: Books

Hear ye, don’t look any further G, see he here is Still mic checkin, still Dead Serious

Hello there, I didn’t go nowhere, whatup with the static G?

I be damagin niggas’fronts like them creases in your cavity

For real though, jumpin jallopy’s huh, I’m robbin that hockey huh

I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed

So me and my-a, I’s flyer then the witches sweeper

Deep, as keep ya’s drunk, jump into it like Aretha

I Boogie Bang bang the thang like a cr&style slant

Niggas be tryin to hang but they can’t G Will agains, I’m gettin elegant with the skill again

It don’t mean a thang if I ain’t got my philly friend

Hook (x8)