Knock ’Em Out the Box

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]

I'm bout to fuck 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, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch

It's time I show 'em what a bitch is all about, bitch

A keep it movin', keep them bitches out my mouth, bitch

From the east, to the west and dirty south, bitch

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]

For a million dollars a head, I'll fuck 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 shit, 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 fuck you ain't call me to be ya personal trainer

I'm just fucking with you, don't get mad, and try to spazz

Or I'll have to call that nigga Kostya Tszyu on your ass

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 pussy ain't for free, now that's where you're wrong

I take Tank to the bank, before his career sank

For me to sex him, I need about 17 drinks

Like The Artist said, I'm a sexy muthafucka

Tryna make a Rush Hour 3 porno with Chris Tucker

What about Musiq Soulchild, man I'd rather suck 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