Oh Shit feat. Psycho Les (Beatnuts)

Ay yo I'm sipping on some Cognac
With a baseball hat to match the throwbacks
When you see me fall back
Or else brrrat! Hold that
Stop procrastinating nigga and roll that
Get the wastebasket, crack an L
Get the cock out of your ass
And snap out of that faggot spell
The industry got you under
Believe in the hype, then you wonder
Why the single's hot but the LP sucks
Now you like "Damn, I should have got Beatnuts"
Guaranteed satisfaction
Every track is programmed to bounce asses
Across the global, you can hear my vocal
Echo over the mountains like a yodel
It's Big Syke baby, straight from the cartel
With more flavors than Carvel
I'm able to fill tall buildings to the capacity
And pack guns like Butch Cassidy
Open fire rapidly and rob banks
Then change my looks, shave my face, now I'm Tom Hanks
A castaway, anybody get in the way
I'm a blast away and end the fucking masquerade

Deceptikonz, Beatnuts, make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!
From New York to South Bronx make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!
Deceptikonz, Beatnuts, make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!
From New York to South Bronx make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!

It's finally on, yeah we at it again
Back with these rappers full of more shit than a catheter is
In drinking games I'm a national rep
What you thought was throwing up W's, those are capital M's
My record dropping lines like a fisherman
You'd swear my pen's possessed by the mind of Spike Milligan
Bad jelly and witches and shit
Man I'll eat a watermelon and shoot your crew up with the pips
My syllabus is definitely hands-on
My record beats nuts, you cats just jack off
I stand my ground like I'm standing out your building
Chilling with a group of chubby Samoan children
Oh shit, yeah, this is that dope shit
That parents tell your kids to just say "no" shit
And if you're doubting these lines then you crazy cats
Must have lost the plot like a clumsy screenwriter

Yo the cordless mic snatcher
Creep stalking your fortress from out of orbit
So no one does proceed with pure caution
Musical massacre, elimination killed many
Now we're mourning the dead, White Sunday in New York City
Kiwi civilians with weapons causing mass concussion
Microphone check, check, explosive dialect
Oh shit, this is definitely that hot shit
From another planet, that typical UFO shit
A Tongan horseman galloping on a stallion
Brushing aside beef like a serious vegetarian
Devollo, our name stuck on you like a tattoo
A permanent impression engraved on you wack-ass fools

Deceptikonz, Beatnuts, make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!
From New York to South Bronx make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!
Deceptikonz, Beatnuts, make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!
From New York to South Bronx make 'em say
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh!

Get that paper, make 'em say oh shit!
When you see me pull up to the club
You gon' be like "oh shit, oh shit!"
When you see the sluts and the butts on them
Mi gente latina, tiren la manos arriba
Colombia, come on, oh shit
Stop that, that funk bounce
That ugly face music
Deceptikonz, Beatnuts, hitting the bong
Get up in that ass like a thong
We out, 2003
Peace!