Refrigerator P! (Original Mix)

[Intro]
Rrr
Yeah
Listen
Sean

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
It go nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no
Tight fashion, Mike Jackson pants
Dancing machine
Adamantium rapping regime
The shit you holding is shit, colon cancer the cream
Slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M. (S.M.E.A.M.?)
Huh? What the fuck that mean?
Kick over your kids stroller, nigga, Ruck, that mean
Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem
So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures
Sold crack to bitches in they third trimester
Huh, you know how it go
You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe
Never catch P on the girl song
I smack shit out your "We Are the World" song
Get a hater scary
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry

[Chorus: Rock]
You gonna make me kill a hater, P (Not you, son)
We gonna get'em a little later, P (Got 'eem)
Hit 'em with that widow maker, P (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
It's my nigga, Refrigerator P
Fuck around with P and get yo whole shit bent
I'm MC slappin', that's what happenin'
Attack you like a linebacker
Bustin' yo shit
Sean Price
Knock out yo fuckin' lights!

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Yo
Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
Raps divine father, father divine I
Conversate with the congregation that's relating with mine
You new to the one, two
Can't escape your fate
Great, who can I run to?
True, words of nerds don't hurt me
Half man half machine, the team's Murphy (Murphy, its you)
On and on 'til the break of dawn
Making Shaun mad she's like, "Dad, fuck making songs"
Nigga the gun out
Gun pop and one cops say, "Nigga done gummed out"
Get a hater scary
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry

[Pre-Chorus]
Attack you like a linebacker
Bustin' yo shit, makin' you bleed
Sean Price
Knock out yo fuckin' lights!

[Chorus: Rock]
You gonna make me kill a hater, P (Not you, son)
We gonna get'em a little later, P (Got 'eem)
Hit 'em with that widow maker, P (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
It's my nigga, Refrigerator P
Fuck around with P and get yo whole shit bent
I'm MC slappin', that's what happenin'
Attack you like a linebacker
Bustin' yo shit
Sean Price
Knock out yo fuckin' lights!

[Outro]
Attack you like a linebacker
Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit
Attack you like a linebacker
Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit
Attack you like a linebacker
Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit
Attack you like a linebacker
Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit
Attack you like a linebacker

[Skit: Patrice O'Neal]
When I came up, dude
Football was a gla– it was gladiators
It was angry, it was angry
Like, when we hit somebody, when I played
And he didn’t get up
We used to do a Indian, like, sell a hump dance circle around
Like, "Man, look at you"