Simply Business

L the I the T the T the L the E the Stranger you can be

Who drops the beat to make ya knees knock
And make the whole block rumble?
Who got the sauce to be the boss so let's make the fat man crumble

I don't really care for your fucked up style
Like you haven't talked to a human in a while
Fake from the front to back and profile
Little Stranger's back and buck wild

I don't really care for your fucked up flow
Take it on the chin if you feel so low
How you gonna win if you ain't right within?
Little Stranger's back uh here we go

L the I the T the T the L the E the Stranger you can be
The better
L the I the T the T the L the E the Stranger you can be
The better

Welcome to the Death Star, Reptar
Son of Das special Efx, Wu-Tang, inspect your deck
Your records get wrecked hard
Brett Favre can suck my nards at Juliard
While I'm listening to a whistling solo that gets par
For the course but of course, there's some horses
Stuck inside these porches
VROOM! VROOM! Can you check my sources?
Hell no I'm elbow-deep in the no-fly zone call little bo beep
And tell her
I found all your sheep
Rounded 'em up and made a sweater of fleece
I made better cheddar cheese from an alien sneeze
So tell the president the revolution is dairy-free
COME ON! Ain't that enough?
All you silly Sally's salivating all on my stuff
I need a puff, not a daddy
Just a fatty's enough
So cut a rug with these rats that you happen to love

L the I the T the T the L the E the Stranger you can be
The better
L the I the T the T the L the E the Stranger you can be
The better