Nursery Rhyme

[Intro]

One-two one-two

I said ah-one-two one-two

Right about now is the time

I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh)

[Joell Ortiz]

Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he?

Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock

So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please

I got that second bowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease

You never see me on lists inside these magazines

But I'm (The Source) of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz

In my (XXL) shirt, lion over my jeans

It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas!

Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees

I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's

I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks

Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch

Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump

Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump!

Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball

If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall

[Interlude]

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

[Joell Ortiz]

I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill

to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down

I manslaughter all around the damn border

Optimus in his (Prime), a fuckin Transformer!

Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders

So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter

Puttin my you-know-what, you know where

No not down there, in between both ears

Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there

What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears

Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle

Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble

I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack

Few years later I put them same drugs on the track

Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca

So listen close chocha, CÁLLATE LA BOCA

[Interlude]

Twinkle twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

[Joell Ortiz]

Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb

whose fleece was white as snow

I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show

I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'ma milk 'em for this dough

I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance

in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job

No prob, they go home I go.. hard

And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart

John Rambo got ammo for whole squads

I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars

I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod

I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard

Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part

Cause I got a (Gang) of (Wolves), Amadeus Mozart's

I don't smile, ain't gon' set it

See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics!

[Outro]

Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow

Y'all can't fuck with Joell

That nigga's nice!

Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand

Ha ha, the little kids, hehe