Featuring Don Gobbi




Intro:



Yeah, Yeah Yeah. Open Your Mouth (aaaah). Open It! Wide.




Psycho Les:



I'm Coming Running At You With An Axe, Chop You In The Hip



Now You Fuckin' Hop Don't Don't Ask Me Any Questions (questions)



Why Too Many Ears At My Sessions



With Opions, But Not This Year (no Question)



Strickly Answers, Luke Dancers, Chasing Off Happy Campers



And Wanna Be Rap Gangsters, Yappin' That Shit I Don't Like



But Not Tonight We Bring That Shit To Start A Fight



So What The Fuck? When I Hit You Know I Struck



Knuckle Game, Test And Get Munked



Nigga Dissed Me, Forget This And You Back In The Rhyme With A Punch Line



Trying To Slamp You In Broad Daylight Around Lunch Time, So What The Fuck?




Don Gobbi:



No False Assumption, I Cut A Face Just Like A Pumpkin



Potted Up And Drunken, Grabbin' My Balls While Gruntin'



You Just A Munshkin, Not Even Half Of The Equivalent



My Team Is Militant, Criminals Who Swear They Innocent



You Insignificant, I Turn Diesel Niggas To Involents



You Started It, I'll Finish It, Deminish It



I'm Killing It, Word Duke, I Let It Known Don't Fuck With Gobbi



Act A Man Like Rack Of Lamb And Feed The Body To The Rody



Smokin' Suckas Wit Logic And Raised With Project Lobby



I Let You Choose Your Fate, Your Only Crews Will Wait



I'm Heavyweight And When I'm Old And Great Yo I Rejuvenate



And Duplicate, And Slam Man Like Sumo Tournaments



Fake Thugs Get Plugged And Missles Launched To Their Coordinates



Hip Hop Cornered It, A-yo We Fear None, Rappers Hootchies And Spear Guns



Bustin' Threw Your Ear Drums, We Leave The Ears Numb



Get You Open Like Black Moon And Spot A Kill Of Gorillas



A Plattoon Of Baboons (that Stab Wounds) To Make The Shit Worse Hit Up