Punch N Words

Chorus [Both]<br>Hello How ya doin? Hope ya feelin fine<br>We came to take up some of your time if you don`t mind<br>We came to represent and put it down for yall<br>And spit a few bars about who we are<br><br>Punch [Words]<br>[So what`s your name?] Puncline<br>[And where you from?] The Lower<br>And if you caught without a vest then you might be over<br>[You got a girl?] Naw I don`t erally trust these broads<br>And the only time I`m happy`s when they suckin me off<br>[What pisses you off?] When bitches act too eager<br>Thinkin cause she sucked you off that you gotta eat her<br>Then there`s all those dick-riders and they so-called friends<br>Wanna down your bottle of Hen and ain`t chipped in<br>[Continue] OK lets see whats next on the menu<br>Fights break out when we headline the venue<br>Go against Punch and Words, why bother<br>I spit your own rhyme and make it sound hotter<br>Girls holler, on some engagement shit<br>Now these chicks be dyin to get a ring like the Knicks<br>My style switched up, now my rhyme`s the best<br>Back then, niggas said I rhyme too complex<br>Back then I was the best in my housin complex<br>Now its 10 G`s a rhyme, Punchline special guest<br>And out tha test press, you get no shine<br>They skip past your verse and check for mine<br>Ahead of the time, turn your clocks an hour behind<br>Cause yall just sayin rhymes I said in `89<br>Crazy wit rhymes, dare a nigga to try this<br>Spray the whole City up like the West Nile Virus<br><br>Chorus:<br>If you people wanna party tonight<br>Then you can hop in, come along for the ride<br>We came to wile out for the rest of the night<br>Punch and Words live right before your eyes<br>My ladies if you wit me fuck this party, let`s slide<br>Let`s go and get a room at the `telly tonight<br>You rappers had your chance, its a must we shine<br>It`s been a long time but its down, we rhyme<br><br>Words [Punch]<br>[And what`s your name?] Words<br>[And where you from?] Brooklyn<br>Its the home of the crooks that pack central bookin<br>[You got a girl?] Yeah she ugly but she good at cookin<br>And I ain`t messin wit no chick if she ain`t gushin<br>18 and over, [What you drive?] Cheuffer<br>[And how you feel about these rapper`s careers?] <br>They over poetic and bald headed. <br>My peeps shoplift in malls<br>And return the clothes just for store credit<br>Yall`ll get it, either la-ter or sooner<br>Gettin played on your CD, tape, and your tuner<br>Its a new day, stepped in this age of computers<br>A million downloads gettin paid by consumers<br>I kill rappers, I don`t respect they death<br>I just go to the wake to get the extra press<br>Yall seen in this game as a thick chain rapper<br>I`m Words, your ghostwriter, my nickname Casper<br>Quick brain and able to think way faster<br>feel pain, migraines and ribcage fractures<br>Frames, slit veins, stitched and patched up<br>Eulogy, pastor, grave came after<br>Afraid yall rappers, like to lose<br>You better than Words? You must got out lifes confused<br>Impress the public. Put it out so heads can love it<br>Above average, my ad-libs got an extra budget.<br><br>Chorus