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(C Gruber/B Kitchens/T Leigh)

Yo, Juice, let's wake these motherfuckers up with something raw.

Hell's yeah!

MCYT: YT is back with Juice for the attack
JUICE: He's funky as hell like a midnight snack.
MCYT: B is known to munch a raw hot dog
Time to shop for a remedy in your catalog.
Step out from in front Of my refrigerator.
JUICE: You're blockin the light of the snackin dominator.
MCYT: When does YT linger? For a raspberry Zinger?
Get off the stage; I'ma give you the finger.
I don't give a damn if it's starchy or salty
I'ma eat it all; don't even start me.
I'm chowin down, Juice, ain't it alarmin?
I'm MCYT And I ain't in the Army.
JUICE: YT and Juice got all the pull
MCYT: But holy-holy hell, we're only half-full.
JUICE: Yo YT, the bass is still kickin'.
How's about a box of Banquet Chicken?

L-A-S-T
Supper! Supper!

MCYT: Crisp like bacon; bassline shakin'.
Check out the rhymes YT and Juice are making.
Gallons of toe-j; dozens of eggs.
My hard drive holds about a million Megs.
10Base 100 on my T3 line.
JUICE: Bend over sucker and lemme wax that behind.
MCYT: I'll sop your ass up with a buttermilk biscuit.
Then I'll stab you in the throat with your limp ass Triscuit.
And I'll drown you with YT's red-eye gravy.
JUICE: Make you walk the plank like they do in the Navy.
Say, Daddy B, what do we have to eat?
MCYT: Toasted sucka MCs on buttered whole wheat
I ride in a hybrid, but I ain't a punk
Like a donut in coffee, I'll give you a dunk
Last but not least and back to the one,
I'll tear your ass up like a sticky bun.

JUICE: T-Juice has arrived, now the party can begin
It's time to rock a pancake, so commence the syrupin'
I came to do my duty, yeah, you know what I'm about
I need a pecan waffle, so I'm off to Waffle House
MCYT: We'll scatter and smother you, just like a hash brown
And drop you like a toilet seat, just to fuck around
JUICE: Some folks think they mess with us as easy as they please
MCYT: But the Juice and Daddy B will eat 'em up like mac and cheese
We never pause when we hustle, we never think twice
JUICE: Wealth and fame are like a pie and we'll have another slice
MCYT: Welcome to the kitchen, we'll fry you up crisp
It's well understood we can shake and bake this
JUICE: We work smooth and tasty like New York style cheesecake
MCYT: We're showing no fear as the microphone we take
JUICE: The two of us are chefs, we bring the pain which you deserve
We'll put you on a platter, 'cause ya just got served

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