Manslaughter - Intellectual

[Intro: PMD]

Manslaughter

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]

Code name ED, check on the one, two, three

Black male, hard MC

Rap record slave, a brother on the scene

With a machine gun and one magazine

Wanted, a half a million for the body alone

Two million for the microphone

If you see him, dial five-dash-slayer

A hotline to the governor and mayor

He's armed with ammo, a weapon that's mine

All black in rap, strap TEC-9

Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip

The boy's about to flip

[Chorus]

Manslaughter

They call him manslaughter

Manslaughter

[Verse 2: PMD]

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic

No short taken, Black Asiatic

Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled

Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle

Or laughter, 'cause my name ain't Casper

The Friendly Ghost, but I smoke an MC if I have to

Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam

And I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes slam like Bamm-Bamm

Rubble, partner code name is E Double

It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble

Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sack

Had to change my name to Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman

And grab the bozack with this hand

As I slay ya, manslaughter

[Chorus]

Manslaughter

They call him manslaughter

Manslaughter

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]

Mad man, fully strapped, and I quote

Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked

Undercover, not DT, but ED

And wonder why you're spinnin' my records on thirty-three

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal

No static, pack a 45 automatic

Black cat strapped with raps, holding my johnson

Walkin' the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson

As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done

Style's sharper than a blade in Shogun

First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker MC

That can't count one, two, three

I manage to damage or roast the whole membrane

Insane like a basehead doing cocaine

I kill a farmer plus his daughter

'Cause I'm the E Double and this is manslaughter

[Chorus]

They call us manslaughter

They call it manslaughter

Manslaughter

[Verse 4: PMD]

As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort

To a hardcore gangster penile train of thought

You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit

Run your trunk jewels or get pistol whipped

'Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit

Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with

Me, bro, with this flow and I don't know judo

Gun Fu is my style, say this so that you know

There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance

Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants

Then off you go to the rap rat pack

We stripped of your mic, punk, and on your head, we stamped bozack

That's what the doctor ordered

Take two of these, dead, manslaughter

[Chorus]

They call it manslaughter

Manslaughter

To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter