Wordburglar - Eight Rappers & The Mason lyrics

Jesse Dangerously: It takes eight rappers and a mason to slap your face in See, we evaporate after you ate like After Eight mint It's eight o'clock and me and my jocks A great place to sleep I got eight arms to hold you with Eight days and we can like an Autobot eight ways I hate to do my chores but when I use an eighth of my strength I'm breaking 2x4s Ooh my lord I started rocking non-stop round eight yers ago when Dr. Octagon dropped Mr. Bix: I hit the lucky seven like a lotto A glutton taking more than seven shots off a bottle Full throttle with pride we lust for hip-hop With the rap kids envy we rise to the top I sloth in the lab with a greed for beats After I defeats the weak and unleash with speech We got seven other cats on the track with bomb flow Packing hits and souvenirs in a box like John Doe Jay Bizzy: Can nobody tell me sh** 'cept the man in the mirror I do what the f** I want like Bam Margera It's Saturday, I got a six pack of Sleemans And a six sense we spitting cla** six this evening They cordoning off the bench call me the sixth man Emcee's like six feet deep in the quick sand 2005 was fine but '06 is mine Ghettosocks: This OG's up in this joint and I got five on it I put five deadly venoms in your Five Alive, honest s**er take it in minutes, bust 'em and break in to splinters And you can start counting stars if you rating my fitness Five finger my discount my style I'll dent your hand You'll be pent-up reading Penthouse in a pentagram Ghettosocks, cold rocks, a pear and a half Five foot thirteen, there's no comparing the math Cal: I was force fed the the four elements for forty days and nights Fortunately, I had the foresighted to bring my fork and knife Forget your formal training, bring the pain like George Foreman might For the time being your forecast ain't looking bright Fighting forest fires for a little extra dough Forbes magazine listed the rap CEO Forge your formulas to form a formatable force I fornicate with Ford Escorts And slam the door Wordburglar: Yo, what's higher than two? Three And who's flier than you? Lot's of people and one of them just happens to be me, yo Living tribunal, C3P0 So, open your third eye like triclops The guy from Heman with three eyes, props It's something that all the kids'll say After I rob you Like Kelly Gruber's triple play Ginzu 333: Toss the player two controller See me hard to (?) I peep them naked with that girl I'm scheming sloppy seconds I talk in (?) double time And an octagon cut in quads A double rum and lime And when I break it down And even a mouse is infinitesimal Hopping from one or twos Changing from binary to decimal Off the top of my head Like to pays when the tempest pulls Seconds at the buffet Two pennies pay the rent in full Jorun Bombay: This is what it all comes down to Oops, I mean one. I take the thimbul from under the tailor's thumb It's not about where you're from, call me Joey Thrice You're outnumbered 3-to-1 Last up to bat, MVP, never miss You're back in the dugout with your panties in a twist Jorun knocks the ball out to statium To the 7, 65, 43, 21.