MC POET & DJ ROCKWELL NOEL - Take You Out lyrics

rate me

Suckers bite the dust, we're back to crush

We're on a mission, 'cause it's a must

Poet's back; Noel gave the command

I was sent here to make sure you're slammed

BDP - You better take cover

You're being stalked by a big black brother

And I'm gonna break you; noone can remake you

my mission is simple, and that is to take you - OUT

Boy [echo], better run, boy, better run

know what I'm sayin'

Yo Rock, let's do this

KRS, you lack finesse, trying to dis the Juice

And on top of that, marrying a fat moose

I can't believe you tried to get hot

With that great big fat wife you got

Ms. Piggy-Ms. Melodie, Chris, what are you telling me?

The way you talk, I would think she was slammin'

but No, she's a female Ralph Kramden!

"Hey, Ralphie Boy!"

Get a load of that fats over there! Big fat clown! That's his wife? Yeah

[background] -bestiality!-

Look at you now, look at your face; you've been erased

Now Red Dirt, you're getting a taste

you tootie, fruity, tootie fruity

Noel is on the wheel, so what you want to do me?

Any body you get, anyone you want to get loose

The next day, you'll be in a noose

Red, you're a sucker, you didn't play my first jam

'cause you're down with the kids I slammed

You skinny ET! Nobody can beat me!

And BDP, or MPE

Poet's in effect, and I'm ready to wreck

Any rapper that steps my way incorrect

Chris, you ain't nothin', you don't got clout

Yeah, I beat you down, now I'm taking you OUT [echo]

That's all, boy, know what I'm saying?

We gonna DO THIS!

You're wimpy, wimpy; I'm HEFTY, HEFTY

Rip off your right arm; now your name's Lefty!

D-Nice, you're gonna get iced

so step off, boy, and think twice!

'cause Poet's a psycho; you're brain is micro

Make me mad, and I explode like nitro

Now, I'm a murderer

You never heard of a

Hell of a hellified a rapper like me

The only way that you can hang is from a tree

Yo, why's everybody trying to dis the Juice?

They're jealous and hating, cause of the ratings

Look at the lipstick, can't you see it's fading?

Magic on the Mic, Marley on the gas;

come Saturday night, cold wax Red's _ [omitted on recording]

No more Red Dirt; No more BDP

Just Noel, the Juice Crew, and Me

The Poet, the Poet, that's who I am

BDP got known off Marley and Shan

Taking no prisoners, only super listeners

Death to those who oppose or think of dissing us

Right about now, boy, you need a stretcher

And I'll betcha, you're looking in the Webster's

Dictionary

'cause you're worried of Poet

Front like you're not, but the industry know it!

You don't want to battle me, you don't want to meet me

Scared to face me because you can't beat me!

This is the last time I'm calling you out

Wanna show you what a battle is all about

You better bite some rhymes, write some rhymes, and read it

Cause this time; consider yourself defeated!

Sucka!

Noel; load the 12, take aim

Suckers think we're using their name, to gain fame

Must be stupid; must be crazy, must be dumb

You're getting dissed for the things you've done

I make you and break you, just like a puzzle

Melodie's a gooney goo-goo, she need a muzzle

She eat all the chicken, turkey and the hamburger

'cause if you touch it— you get murdered!

That's why you're skinny, puny and measley

She eat all the food, and beat you up easily

See how that sound? a little bit humourous

It's on you, Chris, so when you wanna do this! [echo]

Ha! You don't want to do this, boy!

None o' y'all out there; none o' ya!

Rock it, Rock!

Ha Ha! The noives [nerves, NY accent] of the bums!

What's wrong with them boys?