Knock ’Em Out the Box lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
I'm bout to f*ck this track get the KY jelly
I'm pluck you haters nerves like a game of skelly
Yeah I might screw Nelly in the back of the deli
And y'all say the Queen don't keep it gully
She want him home by one, he ain't showing tonight
I guess ol' girl ain't throwing it right
Down down baby on the first lady
Before he bust, I'm slidin off to Slim Shady
Dear Eminem, you just don't understand
I want to melt in your mouth and not in your hands!
Your accent make me horny, you got hits
So peep the remix: your bum is on my tits
Usher, you ain't got to call
Have you singing 'U Remind Me' to a blow up doll
I'm into sports, mostly basketball
I be like, "Ohh" when they take it to the hole
Picture me the coach of the New York Knicks
Getting head from Sprewell, choke on this!
Sixty-nine's the position I can't resist
I'm that blunt in Snoop's mouth, smoke on this
From Chris Webber to Vince Carter, who get in the best
Competing for the Queen like a dunking contest
Yo, J to A.I., when you in Bedstuy
Make sure you holla at the K.I
[Chorus: Method Man]
Knock 'em out the box, b*tch, knock 'em out, b*tch
Knock 'em out the box, b*tch, knock 'em out, b*tch
Knock 'em out the box, b*tch, knock 'em out, b*tch
Knock 'em out the box, b*tch, knock 'em out, b*tch
It's time I show 'em what a b*tch is all about, b*tch
A keep it movin', keep them b*tches out my mouth, b*tch
From the east, to the west and dirty south, b*tch
Knock 'em out the box, b*tch, knock 'em out, b*tch

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
For a million dollars a head, I'll f*ck all of Cash Money
Back that thang up like a Playboy bunny
Bling bling, every time Baby hit the booty, bling bling
And Lil' Wayne run up in the cootie, ching ching
Juve' and the rest of the crew, the same thing
Hahaha, I cracks myself up
I know I talk sh*t, but I can back myself up
Can't believe the words I'm spittin'
Zab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a no brainer
Why the f*ck you ain't call me to be ya personal trainer
I'm just f*cking with you, don't get mad, and try to spazz
Or I'll have to call that n*gga Kostya Tszyu on your ass
Tyson, Sugar Shane, you boxers turn me on
Hope your di*k's like your money be... real long
Just 'cuz I'm a freak and talk dirty in my songs
This pus*y ain't for free, now that's where you're wrong
I take Tank to the bank, before his career sank
For me to sex him, I need about 17 drinks
Like The Artist said, I'm a sexy muthaf*cka
Tryna make a Rush Hour 3 porno with Chris Tucker
What about Musiq Soulchild, man I'd rather suck Bilal
And have an orgy with the whole Where Brother Art Thou
Jagged Edge, 112, N'Sync, is on
Get my hands on Justin and Britney Spears is GONE