Dolla

[Intro: Mike]

Yeah, like that Y'all

Uh huh, whoo, like that

Fort Minor, S.O.B

Yeah, like this, listen

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]

Attention please, I only need a second

To make a mental impression directly on any record so

Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's

Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending

Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom

And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me

I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry

I'm back with fury, attack quickly

Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit man

You never knew the flow was sick as this

Bitch, listen when I'm letting you know

Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got

Got a clique full of assholes, I kid you not

So when that mixtape's done and that album drops

Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it

[Verse 2: Ryu]

You still breathing? I'm cocking and squeezing

Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it

Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave

For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste

Ugh, really, I put a punk in his place

Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face

Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret

The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch

So eat shit, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top

Getting faded telling people to suck it

Bucking 'em down for real while you fucking around

I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills

So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne

You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone

Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy

Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky

[Verse 3: Tak]

Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in

You got a nice watch but your raps are useless

You better cut the crap 'fore I snap some nooses

And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon shit

I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun

Just to spit bleach in his face

It's lunchtime punk, open the face

Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth

Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode

Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code

One drop in the cannister, people split the globe

Blowing every planet to shit once I hit the road

You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy

I'm on the night shift, see I hustle like Cassidy

So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see

One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B

[Outro: Green Lantern]

That's right, Fort Minor

We Major, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B

Heavy Guard, Machine Shop, Linkin Park

You know, man, this is an...