Fudge Pudge

Yeah, yeah

Yo, I think, I think Prince should go first on this one

Yeah, I think so too (Get it live)

Here we go again with the funky intro

People approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po-

E-T-R-Y, yes, and I'm the first batter

The Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter (Nah, it don't matter)

Funky slices of beats like this

Comes once in a blue, but it's not hard for me to chew

So kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks

I wash and washed up emcees like Clorox

Skills I have, good and plenty

If you want dope lyrics plus ill gimmicks, gimme

Beats equivalent to this, something that I can

Float (Float)

Float (Float)

Float on

It's gettin' breezy to kiddies who keep their coat on

When I proceed to light the party

In the summer, somethin' like a Mardi

Gras, bikinis, panties, bras

Juicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws

Oops, upside ya dome

I don't answer the phone when I'm home not alone on the bone

Leave your name and your number and a brief message

At the end of the tone (Boop)

Ooh, and I like it

'Cause I'm Poetry the psychic

Intellectual lovable brother— nah, nah I don't like that

Yo, scratch that, yo, yo, one more time (You can do better than that)

Rollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue (Swing)

I swing (Swing)

I swang (Swang)

I swung (Swung)

Bringin' you the news like Kaity Tong

But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy

I love the women, but I don't try to see 'em

I'd rather make the money bein' on the cover of EM

Get emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils

I'm Poetry the rap fanatic, I get hostile

Yeah (Hostile, hostile, hostile)

Can I, can I get a beat?

Yo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo Monch

Kick it, Monch

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure cooker

I leave the party with a mass amount of hookers

Slip and slide out, I sling the sludge

Fudge Pudge, will never hold a grudge (Fudge Pudge, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs (The organisms are the jury)

Guess who's the judge? (You)

I hit the hook heavy

Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I'm bigger why pitter-patter

Prouncin' on particular poets who persist to portray professional punks

You're just a pussy (Meow)

Cat when I'm deckin' you

Disrespectin' you, clever whenever I select

A new dialogue, one plus one

Get it together, girls don't despair 'cause I'll be your

Fairweather friend, friend

No, I don't have a Benz and no I don't have an Infiniti

I figure the eight inches of meat will be the remedy

When I pull up to your bumper

'Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter

I tell you now, you'll never hate it (Hate it)

The triple X when it comes to sex is what I'm rated

I tell you now that I can give good love

Yes, I'm the one you should love (Tell us about it)

So don't try to diss Fudge Pudge

'Cause it's alright with me

Kick slick rhymes out of the mouth

Tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse

C'mon everyone, let's flow to the rhythm of my tongue

To the rhythm of a drum

Emcees wanna battle, but they can't get with the

Capital M-O-N-C-H, on the mic I get swifter

Than the rest of them maybe even the best

Scoring 101 in a poetical test

So O.C., if you know who you are

Get on the mic, become a superstar

The form I signify is cultivated, why spread it?

Many, many lyrics memorized, embedded

In my think tank, sharp as a shank knife

I strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite

Suck out the poison, yeah go 'head, try it

Skills of an assassin, watch as I'll fly

Thorough, doesn't matter the borough I'm swingin'

Clear to the end keepin' the party people clingin'

Treatin' emcees like government cheese

Shred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's

Laid out on the bed while we write to the tracks

He's so funny when it comes to the snaps

Write a hardcore rhyme, that's what the boy said

I could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's head

No, that's ham, and we don't digest that

Organism that's made of dog and a rat

So fee-fi-fum, everybody's funky drummin' it

When you hear the bassline, you'll be hummin' it

I'm keepin' it simple, cause I can swing many ways

Rappers get met, 'cause MET it pays

It's a mad, mad world and it's best to make a will out

Go against me and I'm quick to pull out

The driveway, by the way, hey

Picked up your girl 'cause she was goin' my way

Hand on the stick, foot on the clutch

Flowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on outta (O.C.)

Skid marks left on the ground like tattoos

The rubber smell badder than the doodoo on your shoes

You stink, better think wise is what I advise

'Cause O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribe

Off, awkward, spaghetti, I'll sauce it

Lyrics flow like fluid out of a faucet

Yeah, here we go (Woo)

Here we go, here we go

Pump it up (Hollywood basics in full effect)

Check this out (Check this out, look)

To the organisms, to the organisms

To the organisms, to the organisms

Pharoahe Monchichi to the organisms

Prince Poetry to the organisms

Extreme to the organisms

To the organisms, to the organisms

To the organisms, to the organisms

South side to the organisms

Georgia to the organisms

Paul C to the organisms

Anton Alk, to the organisms

Cali to the organisms

Texas to the organisms

Washington to the organisms

Idaho to the organisms

Brooklyn to the organisms

Princess Di to the organisms

South side to the organisms

Ow, to the organisms

And Paul C to the organisms

Paul C to the organisms

Paul C to the organisms

Let the beat ride (And Anton)

Let the beat ride

Gettin' funky, uh