Noorotic lyrics

[Production by Rockwilder & Reggie Noble]

[Intro]
Y'all motherf*ckers buckle y'all motherf*ckin seatbelts
If you need to get high, there's a mask and sh*t in the overhead compartment
I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's f*cked up
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask
Calmly put your hands between your legs
And kiss your black ass goodbye!!

[Verse 1]
I'm swift like a motherf*ckin gift for Christmas
When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with b*tches
The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER
Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin
I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
Blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex
Felt like menopause, I make n*ggas act like beatches
Yo yo that n*gga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches
Woo! I just don't give a f*ck
I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real sh*t
Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it
Abuse n*ggas verbally so call DYFS
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus
Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
I get as ill as chief of police on narcotics
Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
Funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosage
Now who's that n*gga that got your crew bellin?
Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
[Hook (2x)]
f*ck you, Redman!
(Motherf-, f*ck you!)

[Verse 2]
I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder
I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere
Pregnant, I take advantage of n*ggas like I was molesterin
Newark New Jersey's what I represent
Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh
My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
And to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with
Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District
So what the f*ck I got clapped on for my truck
Then I laughed cause f*ck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic fabulous my sh*t is fat sh*t
The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden
f*ck that, let's get to the point, my sh*t's the joint, I roast
Motherf*ckers from the East coast to the West coast
To your breakfast toast (f*ck it!)
I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of wild motherf*ckers
[Interlude]
Hold hold hold, wait wait wait wait
Let me school this b*tch
Yo b*tch my sh*t is tight, can any MC do this...
"Whose pus*y?" *woman moans*
"Whose pus*y?" *woman moans* *woman moans*...
"Whose pus*y?"
And come back on the mic?

[Verse 3]
I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots
Talkin sh*t about me when I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my di*k from the back
And let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
Because I'm nasty like that