Nursery Rhyme Lyrics - Free Agent - Joell Ortiz

I said ah-one-two one-two 

Right about now is the time 

I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh) 

Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he? 

Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock 

So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please 

I got that second bowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease 

You never see me on lists inside these magazines 

But I'm +The Source+ of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz 

In my +XXL+ shirt, lion over my jeans 

It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas! 

Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees 

I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's 

I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks 

Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch 

Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump 

Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump! 

Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball 

If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall 

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout 

Down came the rain and washed the spider out 

I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill 

To fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down 

I manslaughter all around the damn border 

Optimus in his +Prime+, a fuckin Transformer! 

Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders 

So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter 

Puttin my you-know-what, you know where 

No not down there, in between both ears 

Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there 

What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears 

Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle 

Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble 

I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack 

Few years later I put them same drugs on the track 

Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca 

So listen close chocha, CLLATE LA BOCA 

Twinkle twinkle little star 

How I wonder what you are 

Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb 

Whose fleece was white as snow 

I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show 

I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'mma milk 'em for this dough 

I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance 

In dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job 

No prob, they go home I go. hard 

And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart 

John Rambo got ammo for whole squads 

I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars 

I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod 

I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard 

Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part 

Cause I got a +Gang+ of +Wolves+, Amadeus Mozart's 

I don't smile, ain't gon' set it 

See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics! 

Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O 

And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow 

Y'all can't fuck with Joell 

Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand 

Ha ha, the little kids, hehe 

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