Knock Em' Out The Box Lyrics - Lil' Kim

[Lil' Kim] 

I'm bout to fuck this track, get the KY jelly 

I'm pluck ya haters nerves, like a game of skelly 

Yeah, I might screw Nelly in the back of the deli 

And ya'll say the Queen don't keep it gully 

She want him home by one, he ain't showin' tonight 

I guess ol' girl ain't throwin' it right 

Down down baby, on the first lady 

Before he bust, I'm slidin' off to Slim Shady 

Dear Eminem, you just don't understand 

I want to melt in your mouth and not in your hands! 

Your accent make me horny, you got hits 

So peep the remix: your bum is on my tits 

Usher, you ain't got to call 

Had you singin', you remind me to a blow up doll 

I'm into sports, mostly basketball 

I be like, ohh, and they take it to the hole 

Picture me the coach of the New York Knicks 

Gettin' head from Sprewell, choke on this 

Sixty nine's the position, I can't resist 

I'm that blunt in Snoop's mouth, smoke on this 

From Chris Webber to Vince Carter, who get in the best 

Competin' for the Queen like a dunking contest 

Yo, J to A.I., when you in Bedstuy 

Make sure you holla at the K.I. 

[Chorus: Method Man] 

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch 

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch 

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch 

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch 

It's time I show 'em what a bitch is all about, bitch 

A keep it movin', keep them bitches out my mouth, bitch 

From the east, to the west and dirty south, bitch 

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch 

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[Lil' Kim] 

For a million dollars a head, I'll fuck all of Cash Money 

Back that thang up like a Playboy bunny 

Bling bling, every time Baby hit the booty, bling bling 

And Lil' Wayne run up in the cootie, ching ching 

Juve' and the rest of the crew, the same thing 

Hahaha, I cracks myself up 

I know I talk shit, but I can back myself up 

Still don't believe the words I'm spittin' 

Dab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a no brainer 

Why the fuck you ain't call me to be ya personal trainer 

I'm just fuckin' with you, don't get mad, and try to spaz 

Or I'll have to call that nigga Kasta Zu, on your ass 

Tyson, Sugar Ray, you boxers turn me on 

Hope your dick's like your money B, real long 

Just cuz I'm a freak and talk dirty in my songs 

This pussy ain't for free, now that's where you're wrong 

I take Tank to the bank, before his career sank 

For me to sex him, I need about 17 drinks 

Like The Artist said, I'm a sexy muthafucka 

Try'nna make a Rush Hour 3 porno with Chris Tucker 

What about Musiq Soulchild, man, I'd rather suck Bilal 

And have an orgy with the whole Where Brother Art Thou 

Jagged Edge, 112, N'Sync, is on 

Get my hands on Justin and Britney Spears is goooone 

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