Artist: The Rodentz Album: The Rodentz Forever Song: The Chip Monk Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Cno Evil (Li-Mouse)] (All you, homeboy...) Yo, ugh, yeah, heh I got that 1972 Michael Jackson swagger now, let's do this This is how I do, this is how I do, yo, what they call you, kid? Ugh, what the call you? What's your mutha---n' name? [kung-fu sample w/ Intro] Ey, I'm getting bored, we've been waiting for hours They're not gonna come You're right! You talk big, let's see how you fight Right! Right! And who are you? You'll die here soon enough Since you're so keen, we'll give you a fight Alright then, let's go! [Cno Evil] They call me Johnny, can't nobody copy I do this for a hobby in the back of the lobby You saying probably, is this MC godly? Clean New York up like my name is Giuliani I got the +City Slang Slur+ that be sloppy Do it for cassettes, CD's and floppies Yo, I got that flow that be choppy No seeds, but mamacitas call me papi Pop your head off like tops on Smirnoff's Hiatus for the haters, I took a year off And maybe with that, ya'll can catch up, snatch up Some of my rhymes, so you can match up Even Ed McMahon announced, here's Johnny So +Tonight+ I'mma +Show+ these MC's they can't stop me They said Johnny get that +Cash+, get it fast Johnny +Unitas+ and please make it last And Johnny do it +Daly+ like you was +Carson+ And Johnny +Bravo+, you burn it up like it was arson Johnny on a +Quest+, to steal the mic without the +Bandit+ We taking over +White Plains+, and smoothly land them Get it, get it? We smoothly land them You can't see me, like I'm a phantom Johnny +B. Goode+ and Johnny be +Handsome+ Your girl might kidnap me for ransom Then I transform to something much more atrocious Demonic, bad, devilish, and dark, ferocious Vicious, wicked, heinous and sinister Satan hired me as the Hell's gate minister Diabolical, in this infernal iniquity Johnny +Blaze+ afraid of this Mephistopheles So I +Ghost Ride+ his rhymes, for nickels and dimes The economy sucks, and I need mines I show 'em lines like, M. Night Shyamalan shows +Signs+ I do it for a +Sixth Sense+ in these hard times I'm +Unbreakable+ and I know exactly what's +Happening+ For the +Ladies in the Water+, in +The Village+ and Manhattan Mermaids can't aid the liquid in my brains, man I +Bring the Pain+ like Meth did way back then, man I'm like Dracula, they call me the mic +Stoker+ Frankenstein on the mind, as I take over The Mummy be Musculus, I call him Mick Jagger Stab you with the dagger, with the Rat Pack swagger I won't quit (won't quit) not even for a split second Riggs and Murtaugh, on the mic is +Lethal Weapons+ Tango and Cash, Tubbs and Crockett crack your socket Hold you upside down and empty your pockets Just like a cartoon, we plotting your doom Pointing to the moon, and call your platoon We still pop your balloons, and digging up your tomb If we ain't taking over yet, we taking it soon Yo, shout out to my brother Lil' Gatti He still got that shotty to your body And shout out to my brother Bulletz When the hand on the trigger, you know he gonna pull it Bolo did it how they did, Jiggs did it how they do We making movies now you can ask Bazzoo Stomping through the city like I was a gorilla Hit up Sue's Rendezvous with that dude Mike Miller Then we might just call up big Sean Girls think we phenomenons while we pop thongs Rule like King Kong, better yet Genghis Khan Cuz the way I slay the tracks and hold the mic strong, I'm gone...