[E Double]
 Word em up

 [Joe Sinistr]
 Word em up  ha ha
 Got the E Double  right there

 [E Double]
 JMJ combined with Grand.. Royal..
 Nineteen ninety three  ninety four
 Word em up

 [Joe Sinistr]
 Here we go  Joe Sinistr representin from the joint

 Verse One: Erick Sermon

 Yo yo  I pause for the cause
 I seen niggaz heads busted  someone pass the gauze
 This rhyme may affect the skull to a point
 and crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint
 *inhale* There I go and now it's Showtime without
 KiKi Shepherd, now the bitch feels neglected
 Check the memo, remember you listened to my demo;
 Yeah the one about the fuckin limo?
 Rewind because I'm pushed for time right now
 What where when how, my sound's out there like Moscow
 I hear nuttin but the music, raw fusion
 No mass confusion or illusion
 Blink blink, blink so what you sayin? I'm not playin
 Hey man, yo I caught you playin
 So don't be conspicous, cause you can't get with this
 hardcore scientifical, far from typical
 My rap style, is dy-no-mite
 It make you wanna be like the E Double, and not like Mike
 Yo, bust my acoustics, SWING!
 Deranged, when I rock the mic I feel strange
 Now back to our program, fuck Batman, bang bang
 Sound from the gat-man
 Let me quit it, cause I feel I have shitted
 and got mad niggaz widdit
 Joe Sinistr follows
 So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow

 Chorus: Joe Sinistr

 It's the second payback, payback part II
 Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part II
 Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, the payback part II
 Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, payback part II
 It's part II, uhh

 Verse Two: Joe Sinistr

 And while niggaz still arrested virgins, I rips it ill
 as Erick Sermon's, we's the ones usin the method slurrin
 So Joe Sinistr came through the armed recruit to blank crews
 My six will fix another one greedy
 FOREAL, let's peel they hats back for deal slow
 And we'll catch clown, with they pants down REAL LOW
 The screwball better work a RuPaul and switch fast
 or we'll be in the cornfield, killin your bitch ass
 And Timb's roam through bad bad odor but it is home
 Wild flex and more sex than Mad Cobra
 So take it easy ?just to mash a kraut? mine's the cheesiest
 And I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than CBS
 I make the Funk Doobie turn to a process
 I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he
 I still get doughs, takin off bitches Girbauds
 and lamp with Erick, a champ merit cause I flip foes
 See these screws loose, I repeat, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
 But stop there goes the third time with the cock-a-roach
 And I get more flows than Vic Tayback
 So kids, here come the second big payback

 Chorus 1/2

 Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Joe Sinistr

 *tire squeeling sound* I return burnin rubber
 The black African brother, low key so call me undercover
 The funkster from the boonies
 I love Muhammad Ali, so FUCK Gerry Cooney
 Oops, can't forget, under a roof from One Nation
 *rrraow* Crowd participation
 Shit, I'm so upset, I feel like snappin niggaz neck
 but I'ma chill and let Joe get wreck

 My secret recipe put Pepsi on Diet's, uh-huh
 The funk dog as I come low to piss on hydrants
 and howl at half moons and White Owls and mad tunes
 Live quite fowl, leavin Lifestyles in bitches bathrooms
 I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird
 My style is more Fear-ed than Black Planets
 And I fuck your shit, suck my dick for explicit
 I let clips at your name, pay rent in your brain
 And I gets wicked, wick-wick-wicked
 And keeps a full clip in case the bullets get evicted
 And now to twirl up the fat nigga, seek psychiatric
 I devour worlds and Galactus
 I gets mean troop, grabbin Christine around the block
 at sixteen, spittin the green pea soup
 And cock nines, when niggaz got slime, the only men
 puffin Nick Nick Nick's- with -elodeon
 It's Joe no diss cause the funk mist flow
 Make a mess like Aunt Tess when she leaped off the sixth flo'
 So straighten it out if your knock-kneed
 'fore they draw chalk around the body