Mashed Potatoes

Yeah, Pigeon Hole, Evil
Yeah, Mr. Marmalade, let's roll, man

What's the game plan new jack? You still lookin' back
For the same two cats that's runnin' laps around your grade school raps
And what's the matter dude? You mad because we're not havin' none of it
When your weak ass wouldn't even last a minute up in Dun-a-wich (your whole)

Your whole platoon can't compete with the cap of two for loops
A rapper crew, who apt to do, whatever the fuck we want to do
Cop the new LP 'cause this here's the preview (yeah)
And you ain't seen nothin' yet so y'all can save it for the review

Yeah, you must be trippin' thinkin' you could ever Pigeon Hole me
Push me to a corner and I'd turnin' into a flippin' zombie (ow, oow)
Walkin' dead, chopped off head, droppin' red buckets of blood
And guts comin' out on the town dressed up in a tux (tux)

Evil, not street legal, I speak regal
Sweatshop want to introduce me as the fifth Beatle
My lingo's lethal, I smoke diesel
Get the fuck out of my face before I turn evil (rragh)

Ah-hah, like I already was and I'm already buzzin'
Like the electric eel 600 volts got you jumpin' huh?
Bzzz, out the window, your style's so simple
I'm magnificent, bring in the crescendo (yeah)

Marmalade and Mellow play the keys and the cello (ah-ha)
I'm at your door with the mask and bag like, "Hello!"
Get to know us, put the whole crew on our shoulders
How we roll is, won't stop 'til we get what they owe us (give it up)
So give your soul up or we blow up, boom!
It's Evil, Ebeneezer, and the Sweatshop doom

Yeah, it makes me happy just to shit on rappers' dreams, watch
Steam and watch the Grimace like "What is this?" This is me, nah mean
The sucker fiends could only take so much
So why'd I have to lean into them, and play so rough? (Where?)

I don't know, I'm sorry, I 'spose it's for the glory (yeah)
Of bein' able to say that I shit on rappers who bore me and
You losers are I snoozers so please don't make do it and
Squat upon your noggins and go doo-doo to prove it (oowh)