Method Man - Knock 'Em Out The Box lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Kim] I'm bout to f** this track get the KY jelly I'm pluck you haters nerves like a game of skelly Yeah I might screw Nelly in the back of the deli And y'all say the Queen don't keep it gully She want him home by one, he ain't showing tonight I guess ol' girl ain't throwing it right Down down baby on the first lady Before he bust, I'm slidin off to Slim Shady Dear Eminem, you just don't understand I want to melt in your mouth and not in your hands! Your accent make me horny, you got hits So peep the remix: your bum is on my tits Usher, you ain't got to call Have you singing 'U Remind Me' to a blow up doll I'm into sports, mostly basketball I be like, "Ohh" when they take it to the hole Picture me the coach of the New York Knicks Getting head from Sprewell, choke on this! Sixty-nine's the position I can't resist I'm that blunt in Snoop's mouth, smoke on this From Chris Webber to Vince Carter, who get in the best Competing for the Queen like a dunking contest Yo, J to A.I., when you in Bedstuy Make sure you holla at the K.I [Chorus: Method Man] Knock 'em out the box, b**h, knock 'em out, b**h Knock 'em out the box, b**h, knock 'em out, b**h Knock 'em out the box, b**h, knock 'em out, b**h Knock 'em out the box, b**h, knock 'em out, b**h It's time I show 'em what a b**h is all about, b**h A keep it movin', keep them b**hes out my mouth, b**h From the east, to the west and dirty south, b**h Knock 'em out the box, b**h, knock 'em out, b**h [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] For a million dollars a head, I'll f** all of Cash Money Back that thang up like a Playboy bunny Bling bling, every time Baby hit the booty, bling bling And Lil' Wayne run up in the cootie, ching ching Juve' and the rest of the crew, the same thing Hahaha, I cracks myself up I know I talk sh**, but I can back myself up Can't believe the words I'm spittin' Zab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a no brainer Why the f** you ain't call me to be ya personal trainer I'm just f**ing with you, don't get mad, and try to spazz Or I'll have to call that n***a Kostya Tszyu on your a** Tyson, Sugar Shane, you boxers turn me on Hope your dick's like your money be... real long Just 'cuz I'm a freak and talk dirty in my songs This p**y ain't for free, now that's where you're wrong I take Tank to the bank, before his career sank For me to s** him, I need about 17 drinks Like The Artist said, I'm a s**y muthaf**a Tryna make a Rush Hour 3 p**no with Chris Tucker What about Musiq Soulchild, man I'd rather s** Bilal And have an orgy with the whole Where Brother Art Thou Jagged Edge, 112, N'Sync, is on Get my hands on Justin and Britney Spears is GONE