Cheezit Terrorist Lyrics - Blackalicious

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper that's wack 

as a matter of fact, I smack a back of the style, jackets are now 

mellow minced, defeatin the mental 

And become Gentle as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble 

and bend like a pencil 

The only utensil I got, is brain power 

And you know it's essential I rock, I rain showers 

sleet snow and raise hella eyebrows with my styles 

You're wondering how wild 

When what where, made ladies so horny 

they can't even be showin they butt bare 

Look up there, beside the birds the planets the hawk 

the rappers who talk the mo' shit 

I'm makin em walk the plank they stank I'm takin they rank 

they tossed tiddlewinks I'm playin em like that game 

I'm gunnin and rackin and packin em up 

and I'm runnin this here rap thang 

Main, you wanna go to war, I'll take you 

I physically break you, when I break through 

I'm makin you fake crew, you made a mistake fool 

I hate you MC's, I'll grate you like cheese 

I may choose to squeeze, my pencil 

And write out a couple of rhymes 

Whooooaaaa, whooa my goodness!!! 

Are we slaughterin, is this just slaughter MC night? 

Or somethin man, what is this? 

Is this all the aggression you ever had? 

How many MC's must get ripped, before By says don't flip with the Gift 

You know? That's what I'm talkin bout 

How many MC's must get dismissed 

Before somebody says, don't trip with the Gift 

*laughter* 

You know, it's all good 

KP and SloganMasters in the house, the Cheezit Terrorist 

And we chillin at 90.3 we got thirteen minutes left 

And then we got Brenda Short, and her records