Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
 Yo  don't give him nothing but a microphone
 Don't stop  I'm not finished yet
 You said I'm not the E  you wanna make a bet?
 Remember this: Lounge  you in the danger zone
 I figured you would  now leave me alone
 You pick and you wish on a four leaf clover
 To be the E double E over and over
 You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
 (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

 [PMD]
 I have the capability to rap and chill
 Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill
 It's like a Diggum Smack
 Smack me and I'll smack you back
 I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
 A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch
 When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing
 I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling
 I consider myself better than average
 Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage

 [Erick Sermon]
 I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate
 I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate"
 You know why I get zanier and zanier?
 Because of EPMD mania
 When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning
 I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon"
 Not only from the women, but from the men
 You know what? It feels good, my friend

 [PMD]
 I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla
 Better known as the MC cold killer
 PMD cold keeps the place jumping
 And if not then we feel like we owe you something
 Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it
 But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it
 If J spin it, then it has to be fresh
 To make you dance until there's no one left

 Cause you a customer

 [Erick Sermon]
 Praying like a prey when the fox in action
 I smell blood, no time for maxing
 Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc
 Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark
 My eyes close like ?Steve Austin?, I got you in the square
 I will let you run, nah, that ain't fair
 So I clear my visions until I can spot him
 Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him"

 [PMD]
 Whenever MC's, you're in over your head
 My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed
 The process of elimination is quite simple
 Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple
 Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad
 Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid
 As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker
 Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker"

 [Erick Sermon]
 Well it was a ???? test, nothing we can't handle
 At the house they had the mics on the mantle
 Looked at the DJ and said "May I?"
 Lit it up like the Fourth of July
 Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
 Woah, I'm the E of EPMD
 I have a strong point of view on the way things run
 Just shut up and listen and learn my son

 [PMD]
 I'll drop that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper
 To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker
 The style we're using, no doubt copastetic
 You try to bite and yet sound pathetic
 Cause I'm a rhyme like a taylor, flow like a sailor
 As the beat gets stronger, MC's get staler
 Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging
 MC's surrender, raise the flags and
 Give up the titles because the signs are vital
 I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle

 You a customer

 [Erick Sermon]
 I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich
 I feel good, now it's time to do damage
 I flow like Bounty, you know what I mean?
 Wanna rhyme one time, do the least of steam
 When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor
 You know why I get over? I'm the master
 I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up
 Look for the microphone then jam it up

 [PMD]
 You said you see me jamming in New York Tech
 You got one right fella, you deserve a check
 How did you know, you must have been jocking
 How do you know the places I be rocking?
 Don't follow me fella, every move that I make
 I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break
 Well search upon me but don't go past the limit
 Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits

 [Erick Sermon]
 There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying
 Plus listen to the good time playing
 Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking
 Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and

 [PMD]
 MC's, the final countdown
 You look tired, can you go the round?
 If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit
 And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it"

 [Erick Sermon]
 People say that I'm a party pooper
 To tell the truth I'm a born trooper

 You a customer