[Verse 1: Erick Sermon & PMD]

Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone

Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet

You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet?

Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone

I figured you would, now leave me alone

You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover

To be the E double E over and over

You're intrigued by the way I do my thing

(Do what thing?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

[Verse 2: PMD]

I have the capability to rap and chill

Cold wax and tax MCs who tend to act ill

It's like a Dig'em Smack

You smack me and I'll smack you back

I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps

A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch

When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing

I'm not Bounce, so sucker MCs cling

I consider myself better than average

Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]

I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate

I make a move like chess, then I yell "checkmate"

You know why I get zanier and zanier?

Because of EPMD mania

When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning

I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon"

Not only from the women, but from the men

You know what? It feels good, my friend

[Verse 4: PMD]

I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manila

Better known as the MC cold killer

PMD's goal is to keep the place jumping

And if not we feel we owe you something

It's like lotto, you have to be in it to win it

But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it

If J spin it, then it has to be def

To make you dance until there's no one left

[Chorus]

'Cause you a customer

[Verse 5: Erick Sermon]

Praying like a prey when the fox in action

I smell blood, no time for maxin'

Camouflage in the green, my back is arced

Plus you in trouble 'cause it's after dark

My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square

I would let you run, nah, that ain't fair

So I clear my visions so I can spot him

Snatch him up by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him"

[Verse 6: PMD]

My neighbor MCs, you're in over your head

My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed

The process of elimination is quite simple

Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple

Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad

Revoke your MC license if your rhymes are invalid

As we go on, sucker MCs sound wacker

Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker"

[Verse 7: Erick Sermon]

It was a rap contest, nothing we couldn't handle

At a house they had the mics on the mantel

Looked at the DJ and said "May I?"

Lit it up like the Fourth of July

Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

No, I'm the E of EPMD

I have a strong point of view on the way things run

Just shut up and listen and learn my son

[Verse 8: PMD]

Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper

To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker

The style we're using, no doubt copastetic

You try to bite and yet sound pathetic

'Cause I'mma rhyme like a tailor, flow like a sailor

As the beat gets stronger, MCs get staler

Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging

MCs surrender, raise the flags and

Give up the titles 'cause the signs are vital

I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle

[Chorus]

And you a customer

[Verse 9: Erick Sermon]

I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich

I feel good, now it's time to do damage

I feel like battling, you know what I mean?

When I rhyme one time to release the steam

When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor

You know why I get over? I'm the master

I do a show, pack it in 'til it's clamming up

Look for the microphone then I jam it up

[Verse 10: PMD]

You said you see me jamming at New York Tech

You got one right fella, you deserve a check

How did you know? You must have been jocking

How would you know the places I be rocking?

Don't follow me fella, every move that I make

I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break

Research upon me but don't go past the limit

Here's my card and on the back is my fan club digits

[Verse 11: Erick Sermon]

There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying

Plus listen to the guitar playing

The bro is bad, the strings he's plucking

Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MCs duckin'

[Verse 12: PMD]

MCs, it's the final countdown

You look tired, can you go the round?

If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit

And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it"

[Verse 13: Erick Sermon]

People, they say that I'm a party pooper

That’s not true, I’m a Long Island trooper

[Chorus]

You a customer