You Play Too Much - Method Man

One two, one two, ladies and gentlemen, I am Chris Rock

With my man Prince Paul chillin in Brooklyn

It is my pleasure, it is my treat (mmm hmm), it is my honor

To introduce to you the man that needs no introduction

Of course he don’t need an introduction

Or else you wouldn’t have bought the god damn album (mmm hmm)

Ladies and germs get ready for the Ticallion Stallion (mmm)

A/K/A Johnny Blaze (mmm)

A/K/A The Iron Lung (mmm)

A/K/A Mr. Kincaid (Huh?)

A/K/A Mr. Weatherby (What the fuck?)

A/K/A Mr. Hankey (Huh??)

A/K/A Mr. Tibbs (Hey yo, get that nigga off the stage now!)

A/K/A Marla Gibbs

A/K/A The Say Hey Kid (Still goin… son of a bitch!)

A/K/A The Frisco Kid (Security! Release the hounds!!)

A/K/A Kid Dynamite

A/K/A Grandma Dynamite (Fuck that, release the dolphins out this muthafucker)

A/K/A Velvet Jones

A/K/A JoJo Dancer (Fuckin deadarm him)

A/K/A Joe-ski Love

Do-doo-do-do-do-doo-do-do-doo

A/K/A Ron Hightower (Damn…)

A/K/A Heatmiser (Burn him!)

A/K/A Donny Brasco

A/K/A Donny Most

A/K/A Donny Osmond

(If you can’t say it all just say Meth)