Mad Rapper [Interlude] lyrics

Damn dawg
Ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat (On national TV)
Ladies and gentlemen, please, please (Goddamn)
Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper (Man, this that bullsh*t, man)
Who are these people running up on stage? (Damn, I love you, dawg, sh*t)
Ladies and gentlemen, please have your seats
Mr. Rapper, who are these people?

Yo, those my nephews, dawg
That's, that's, that's Sheisty (Sheisty, how are you?)
That's Backstab (Backstab)
And the little one right there, that's, that's Pickpocket
Damn dawg, I don't believe this sh*t, man, sh*t (Pickpocket, welcome to my show)
So Mr. Rapper, tell me why are they mad?

Yo, I'ma tell you why we mad, son, I'ma tell you why we mad, son
Where the f*ck you gotta live to get a deal, man?
All these groups in the five boroughs but he gets a group from Yonkers? (Please, Mr. Rapper, the language, please refrain)
What kind of sh*t is that, dawg, Yonkers?
Them n*ggas got they own f*ckin' mail
They don't even, they don't even use the same mail we use, dawg
They, they got a whole 'nother law code
The speed limit is 25, son, what the f*ck?
Where the f*ck, what the f*ck is all this n*gga 'bout dude, LOX? I don't even (We understand what you're trying to say, just please refrain from foul language, sir)
What the f*ck is that, the Lox? (Yeah, I don't even get that sh*t, that's just crazy)
What do they lock, what's the Lox, well, lock what? Do you f—, what?
Gentlemen, please, this is a family-oriented show
(All I know, son, is we got our own sh*t to g—, you know what I'm sayin'?)
(We, we got our sh*t)
That sh*t makes me heinous, I don't even get that sh*t, yo (It's incredible)
Where the f*ck do you go to find n*ggas like this yo?
Was you at the race track or something?
What the f*ck, Yonkers? I don't even understand, man, f*ck these n*ggas, man (Gentlemen, for the last time)
How do you put them with Mariah Carey, n*gga? (I'm losing my patience)
I got a three man group (Security)
My three man group is on fire (Can someone please get security?)
Any of these n*ggas, they the cutthroats, n*gga (I'm gonna have to have these gentlemen removed)
Y'all watch my word, we the John Blaze n*gga