Erick Sermon - No Guest List lyrics

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Erick Sermon - No Guest List lyrics

[ Keith Murray ] Yo, hey yo, I step out the shell like a black pearl Become the destroyer of all worlds I eat you inside out like stress The best, I never lose a rhyme contest While troublesome black rolls flows Bleed internal external like a bloody nose Props grow like crops Desert boot Clarks wit no socks Parking space k**er stay out my lot You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name I take it out your a** and charge it to the game I battle with words, go to war with ideas You defeat me never in a million years The factor of the rapture Is that you either get k**ed, wound, or captured They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought But then you got caught up in my final thought n***a Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled) [ Redman ] Yo, yo, yo, yo I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse You the tightest motha f**a let me find out When I pull mines out I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House Give you static like your mixer got the ground out Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch Im down south wit Outkast wit pounds out Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth You know E and Keith when we brawl I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall And overall, on yall a protocal My style is Kabal, finish him For the Benjamins Fools call me the Grinch Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight [ Erick Sermon ] Yo, yo Its E the a**a**in ANTONIO BANDERAS Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas So face it, some of yall should go back to basics Before the prom, before Sissy Spacik Reevaluate whats right for you From the start or was it something you wanted to do f**er I dig a hole so deep you can't return And hear about the episode on Howard Stern Im born wit heart I blast ya Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master Playing me one time thats unforgivin I got a body one count and we ain't bullsh**tin We be thick in the mix, milk wit Quik In the business I work every circuit Im bigger, better, and deafer So however, wherever, whenever, heffer Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x )