[Chorus: Strange, E-Dawg]
(Hey oh) it's the S-P-L-I-T
(Five oh) can you see Strange and E?
(Hey oh) Na na na na na na
[Verse 1: Strange]
Put the cables on my teeth and tongue
I'm the one to jump this joint
Put out the torch, [?]
I make you duck and hush up
Like ten fat Jehovas bangin' on your porch
The vocals ain't right, trainin' wheels on your mic
Them boom boom lyrics got your mouth needin' baby wipes
My bank roll greener than pink gator boots
Lot of y'all groups need to chiropract
Cause suckin' your own dick can hurt your back
I wanna thank Master P (why?)
Bought a track for me for a few bucks (uh)
And every time I tell a bitch that a damn show gets the funk
[Chorus: Strange, E-Dawg]
(Hey oh) it's the S-P-L-I-T
(Five oh) can you see Strange and E?
(Hey oh) Na na na na na na
(Hey oh) it's the S-P-L-I-T
(Five oh) can you see Strange and E?
(Hey oh) Na na na na na na (yo, yo)
[Verse 2: E-Dawg]
Oh so we battlin' now, so it's all about you? (come on)
I don't need no announcement, call off DJ Clue
And watch me rip these niggas like hood rat shit
Show these local motherfuckers why they call me unique (yeah)
I been in this game, sold records out the gate (so what?)
20 Gs out the box, Rick Rubin at the plate (big time)
You fake, and so is the niggas that ride your ass
Your album sucks, which the nigga that's losin' this cash?
You ain't hot, if it was I wouldn't be doin' this song (uh-uh)
I'm real, I know when a rapper's wearin' a thong
I would say you get the gong but your ass is too young to even know where the gong came from
Your style's SisQó mixed with Boy George
My style's the one that rocked the 2001 chorus
So tuck your tail and take your young ass home
I got D12 reasons why you should leave me alone
One: I'm battle-prone, some say I should be cloned
The way I spit like a goddamn [?]
Two: Respect the ones at the grind when you was ridin' [?]
Three: Don't talk about it if you ain't never [?]
Four: Don't let a feature take you out of your own song
Five: Don't let a faggot tell you right from wrong
Six: I'm E-Dawg the unfuckwitable pedigree
And the rest after six are just "don't mess with me"
[Chorus: Strange, E-Dawg]
(Hey oh) it's the S-P-L-I-T
(Five oh) can you see Strange and E?
(Hey oh) Na na na na na na
(Hey oh) it's the S-P-L-I-T
(Five oh) can you see Strange and E?
(Hey oh) Na na na na na na (yeah, one more)
[Verse 3: Strange]
You won't catch Strange poppin' no Cris
I ain't takin' no $300 piss
Show that frost on your pinky by the third drink
I'll be climbin' on the dance floor but still up in the pink by 2:44
Take me? Hell nah, I should be at home
To West Hollywood and colored kites dancin' go go
I [?] the [?] like [?]
If you can't hear me better raise your antenna
[Bridge: E-Dawg,
[?]
]
Strange and E-Dawg, please report to Earth immediately
Yo, give me that microphone
Yo wassup, this is E-Dawg
Split 50's layin' it down, right
So don't get it twisted
Split 50. Walk up, don't tell OJ
Me and my man Strange is outta this joint
[Chorus: Strange, E-Dawg]
(Hey oh) it's the S-P-L-I-T
(Five oh) can you see Strange and E?
(Hey oh) Na na na na na na
(Hey oh) it's the S-P-L-I-T
(Five oh) can you see Strange and E?
(Hey oh) Na na na na na na