{Ladies and Gentlemen
We would like to present to you
A group that is simply
Just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and Gentlemen
Cypress Hill}
Sixteen men on a dead man's list
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
Sixteen men till there's no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
So many fuckin' emcees claim supremacy
On whose got hip hop locked, it could never be
One who is solo, runnin' the whole game
That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed Cocaine
But I'm takin' on all comers, droppin' bombers
Reducin' numbers, makin' it hot like the summer
(Pay)
This, one MC, he couldn't deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the hill
Beaten broken and coughin' and chokin' on the rhyme
Like a hooker, suckin' a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
(Follow)
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swallow
(Fuck them)
I take sixteen MC's, lock 'em in a room
Make 'em feel the contact, eatin' the mushrooms
Playin' with your mind, makin' you feel the force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in the source
(Hahahahaha)
Tried to get double XL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel
Sixteen men now there's thirteen left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
Sixteen men now there's thirteen left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
I'm trippin' on the people controllin' the airwaves
(Ohh)
Got it goin' on, you know it all, but God save
(Hhh)
Your ass for clashin' with the soul assassin'
(Hey, hey)
That's like Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe Jackson
(Hhh)
Ass whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind
The physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass whoop critical, or you can get it
From the lyrical, bitch made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The fuckin' cynical shit brains
(The fuck in your brain)
As I sit back and say, tally ho
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
(Bye bye)
Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin' flow
(Hahaha)
But you're locked out, and the bombs about to blow