Dangerous Mouths

Missy Elliott F/ Redman
 Miscellaneous
 Dangerous Mouths
 Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy
 Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
 I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
 Doc, hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens
 Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch
 So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
 Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music
 I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go
 I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
 I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
 Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
 I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
 Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night
 Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck
 An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck
 Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
 Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger
 Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats
 My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
 See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me
 It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
 I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks, used to move weight
 Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
 Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
 Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets
 We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion
 One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown
 Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
 To my um blada a boom glada
 So what you wanna do, what you wanna do
 Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house
 Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car
 I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I
 The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so
 Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes
 I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold
 My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
 I gotta say no more, BITCH!
 Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
 Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out