Church

[Sean Price]

Ayo, listen

Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis

Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage

Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered

Distributed through the hood, muthafucka, what's good?

Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting

Fuck it, now I'm forced to box

You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac a tad too much,

Touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks

Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude

But dude, you food, so I gotta make grace, choir --

(Jesus Price has all the time)

Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll niggas is foul

Fuck it, Sean'll shoot two from the line

Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw

Yo Rock these niggas ain't ready for war, let 'em know

[Rock]

I told 'em, these niggas ain't ready for retardation

In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing

Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing

After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping shit up

They could be trying to piece ya'll faces back together

You keep on playing, you hit

[Sean Price]

Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name

The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain

[Chorus 2x: Loudmouf Choir]

Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head

You wearing suits and a tie when your dead

And eating soup with the noodles and eggs

[Rock]

Ok, new word, respecanize my gangstafication and g-dentials

You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window

Get ya window shot up, in a residential area

And left, fuck a ocean and sea, meant you

This time it's the principality, punk

You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk

Push your shit all the way off, or producer para-loser

Yeah, pussy, that's you, chump

All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be

You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz

And the Beast Master, take a stab at me

The O'Connor red dots on ya face like bad acne

Nappy piece to be praying for yall niggas

While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll bitches, choir

(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll,???????????)

Yeah that's how I got my Bronx bitch, she breakdance and bomb trains

The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bomb brains

?????????, and she go all way

She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, suckas

[Sean Price]

Yeah, ya'll niggas 'ready to die', blast the sket

And then you realize, ain't no fucking 'life after death'

Smash your chest with a fucking medicine ball

You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll

Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir

Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you fuckas is fired

[Rock]

The fire supplier, forget your squad

Nigga, I'm dope like the tits on Oz, get your nod off

[Chorus 2x: Loudmouf Choir]

Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head

You wearing suits and a tie when your dead

And eating soup with the noodles and eggs