Tim I Said No Guests!

[Tim] (unruly)
No scruples, peep my pupils
I don't lose sleep over stupid people
You can't recoup, 'cause I found the loophole
Got no loot, just drop the needle
Unh, non-violent, keep it peaceful
I got my own Bible, and please believe
I don't balk at imbibing – the tribe is lethal
Everybody on my side, keep it live with ease, yo!
Got destructive drive like El Niño
While I sip vino, nothing I can't teach you
Not the Keystone Kops, we unequal
Butchershop chop, and we Flock of Seagulls!

[Jesse] (wiseacre)
We deliver shows to the third dimension
To make 'em say "EAU" like thirsty Frenchmen
Words and sentences deserve a mention here
Reverse-engineered by my worthy henchmen
Save a buck getting thirty percent more
As if I gave a fuck on the dirty cement floor
My stentorian oratory is more than ordinary –
You just can't! Touch! This!
You could put us on a Beats By The Pound track
And we'd still come out as dope as the Street Fighter soundtrack
Bounce back, burn you off like an ounce of fat
Loose the hounds and surround and attack

[Tim] (incredulous)
Too big for OUR britches? PFFT! You're just midgets
Ass-kissing the last kids to get with this!
Chew off your digits like a Sasquatch
Up on the catwalk I'm sexy -- reppin' the ramrod
Unh! can't call it, this rap packs a wallop
I'm after more knowledge and after that, call up a cab
Diabolical and maulin' em bad
Tim Wallace be abolishin' the prominent fads
Always been my motto that your posse is wack
Should have kept that shit anonymous and hid in the back
Wild west! Try to follow us? Run with the pack
Call us Barnum & Bailey, peep the carnival act

[Jesse] (tough guy)
Get your weight up, got to get solider;
Even your name's nonsense like Nick Oliver
Spit polisher, didn't bother to call ahead
All I did was holler, “My squad is deffer than Gallaudet!”
On a bet you couldn't up and gather the guts
To lather it up with us, so cut the chatter
What's the matter? I don't like sucker rappers
Who chug a daiquiri and come running after me
Whoah, sonny, what's so funny? I'm no jester
Go-getter, I throw money at protestors
Road tested, no rest and no shorts taken
We got your cohorts quakin'
In boots, naked and bruised, knowing they gonna lose
To two negative dudes who made the rules you must obey to
Manoeuvre through the wave of mutilation, and who's
The lead vocal? The megaboozer and the teetotal