Madlib - Quarter To Nine lyrics

[Verse 1: Terminal Caprices] Sticks and stones, steadily breaking bones and sh** Hokus poking hoes, jelly bros ask who's dick was it He drinks koopa soup on the daily Spits so much venom his lips swell up like Jay-Z Or Earl, give me some of what he's sipping on, delicious Lips stitched I'm terminally capricious Perniciously vicious, writing names on my hit list If you don't get the gist b**h you're a dipsh**, get this His voice hits you like a tuba Now females want their plumbing fixed, better call the roto rooter Quiet up or I'mma shoot ya Put the thing on youtube, smooth move you dog you Hit and run, I do it all for fun Get stone cold stunned, when I'm done I'm grabbing for the gun You're just a shy guy but I'm so sheisty Making eyes bleed your bro is like don't touch my eyes G Fastidious with having perfect rhymes since He wears a countenance like standing in line counting cents Ever since they told him he could only spit fece He melted thesis, like cold stones in heat, Jesus Severing heads don't try to swallow Sleepy hollow, you don't follow, majesto, presto! Where he's from don't try to guess though With the best foes, show no mercy like destro, lets go! Doug, really funny, she love all the nice flavors She show her true colors like pastels and Lightsabers Tight schedules with so many who*e's to grind Four to nine, pour the wine, a quart or nine, yea so?