Featuring Redman Erick Sermon




Intro: Redman




Huahhhhh!



Ha Ha Ayyaah Owww Owww



Funked Out Word Is Bond Word Is Bond



Then You Ayyyayyyah Ha



In The Mother In The Motherfuckin House



With A Dick In Your Mouth



Word Is Bond Word Is Bond




Verse One: Erick Sermon




I Freak A Technique Goin Way Back Like Just Ice



And Don't Think Twice Because I'm Nice



I Come From The Mothership Unknown To Man



With A Blunt In My Hand, A Mic In The Other Hand



God Damn I Slam I Jam Like This



Sure Nuff, My Rap Style Is Cold Crush



And Plus, I Tears The Roof Off The Mothersucker



My Brother, Fly Shit That Makes Stevie Wonder



Heyyyy, Who Can It Be Now Watch Out



It's The E Live In 3-D With Keith And R-E-D



I Gets Down For My Troops



And I Ahh... Get-it Get-it Get-it Like Luke



For Those, Who Don't Believe My Skills Get These



I Got Mad Expertise, For All You Duck MC's



I'm Funky Like G Thing My Nigga



I Wanna Know Who's Up In Here, Before I Pull The Trigger




[Is New York Up In Here? HELL YEAH



Is Def Squad Up In Here? HELL YEAH



Is NJ Up In Here? HELL YEAH



The Green Beret's Up In Here! HELL YEAH]




Verse Two: Redman




Verbally, I Sew The Brains Up Like Trapper



John M.D. Got Nine Millis Made Of Lacquer



Count Dracula, Back With The, Tow-truck With The



Get Biz Like Mark Fuel-injected Like Maximus



My Style Sicker Than An AIDS Victim Drinkin Forty-five Malt Liquors



I Roll The Spliff Up



The Underground, Slam, Shock Like Shazam



Check My Jams Get Def When I Kick Methods Like Man



Computerized Robocop Sounds I Drop In Sequence



Funky To Death So Ask That Old Bitch Where The Beef Went



When I Do Em, I Glue Em, Stick Em Like Patrick Ewing



My Shit Bumps Like Puerto Rican People Moved In



Next Door, I Get Raw With The Grrrahhhh!



Call Four-one-one Cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot



Bo Bo Bo! Funk Doctor Spock Catch A Bruisin



My Style Gets Respect Fifty Muslims



You Hang On Strings Like Loose Ends, With My Hands On The Nine



Watch Yo Nugget Bitch, I Get Busy With Mines




[How's That? (cause I Gets Busy With Mines)



How's That? (cause I Gets Busy With Mines)



How's That? (cause I Gets Busy With Mines)



How's That? (cause I Gets Busy With Mines



It's Keith Murray)]




Verse Three: Keith Murray




I Come Rollin In When I See That Low Flow



Heckuva Foe, Heard A Gun And Settled For A Metaphor



I'm Naive Between The Sleeves Of The Sheets



Murderin, Who Should Ever Try To Fuck With Me



Murray Word Is Bond Gets It On



And Ready To Blow Any Nigga Out The Cypher Of The Sniper Hype At Dawn



Long Live Def To The Squad



And We Smokin Everybody Out There, Shit It Ain't That Hard



I Brings Classic Drama Microphone Enbalmer



Have Your Momma Beg Behind Bars For Your Kidneys Tomorrow



My Murderous Apprentice E Dub



Makes Hard Funk Beats That I Become Part Of



When I Be Like A-E-I-O-U Or Battle



Niggaz Be Like Who Who Who Who Who Like Night Owls



The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World



Is I Shitted, And Y'all Was With It Dig It