You Play Too Much (Skit)

[Chris Rock & Method Man]

One-two, one-two, ladies and gentlemen

I am Chris Rock

With my man Prince Paul chillin' in Brooklyn

It is my pleasure, it is my treat (Mmm-hmm), it is my honor

To introduce to you the man that needs no introduction

Of course he don't need an introduction

Or else you wouldn't have bought the God damn album

Ladies and germs, get ready for the Ticallion Stallion

AKA Johnny Blaze

AKA The Iron Lung

AKA Mr. Kincaid (Huh?)

AKA Mr. Weatherby (What the fuck?)

AKA Mr. Hankey (Huh?!)

AKA Mr. Tibbs

(Hey yo, get that nigga off the stage… now!)

AKA Marla Gibbs

(*Gun shots* Oh, my baby!)

AKA The Say Hey Kid (Still goin'… son of a bitch!)

AKA The Frisco Kid

(Security! Release the hounds!)

AKA Kid Dynamite

(Hey, get that dog outta here!)

AKA Grandma Dynamite

(Fuck that, release the dolphins out this muthafucker)

AKA Velvet Jones

(Not the dolphins!)

AKA JoJo Dancer (Fuckin' deadarm him)

AKA Joe-Ski Love

(Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo)

AKA Ron Hightower (Damn…)

AKA Heatmiser (Burn him!)

AKA Donny Brasco

AKA Donny Most

AKA Donny Osmond

AKA—

(If you can't say it all, just say Meth, stupid

You play too fuckin' much, Pookie)