Part I: Skit

[Skit:]
"Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah. Hey! Hello? Who is it??"
"BOY SCOUTS!"
"Oh no! Don't you know not to ever disturb a woman when she's cooking her favorite recipe?!"
"Hey lady, look. This a jack move!"
"Fried chicken, pork chop, chitlins, collard greens... What's wrong with you, eh? I have to get back to the kitchen. My cabbage is burning."
"Yeah, I want the cabbage and your collard greens. All of it. Right now."
"Besides, you're making me miss my favorite episode Fear Factor! I wonder if the ribs are done. You boys want to know chef's favorite recipe for musicals?"
"I don't wanna know no chef recipe?! Go 'head. Get the pump! Gon' and get the pump."
"Well I tell you. You take a half a teaspoon of Mary J. and Ciara with a dash of Slick Rick."
"Yeah, yeah, he gon' come back with the burner. Yeah, I'mma stick-- Yeah... Okay. Well, you play. Play!" "I'm back. Oh I'm back!" "Now what now!"
"It's easy as 1-2-3 play. Next, you mix Rhemario and Qu'ran in a Bangladesh style bowl to make some Nisan Stew(art). Mix some Campbell's soup..."
"And then???"
"...I prefer Warryn style myself personally, Add a pinch of Fantasia..."
"And THEN???"
"...with a Grand sized Puba, then you sprinkle one Scoop Fatman throughout to add flavor and a dab of Soul Diggaz
Then you throw a tablespoon of Timbaland and half a Neptune smothered in hot Scott Storch dressing."
"We gon' smother you in some hot sauce. Whatever you said."
"...and you serve with a side order of Mike Jones."
"Mike Jones?" "Who?" "Mike Jones!"
"It's best served with a cold St. Nick brew, whichever you prefer. And there you have it kiddies. This is my perfect recipe for a delicious meal. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Part II: Joy
[Intro: Missy Elliott]
Joy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Joy
[*Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds*]
Joy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!
Joy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[*Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds*]
[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Timbo, what they do
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
When I come out, get your release dates moved

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
[Scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
(Big shout out to Timbaland!)
This year you hear a real MC, when I
Break break b-b-break break break...
[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So, I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year, your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy, steal the show-ow-ow
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
That Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high

[Hook: Missy Elliott, Mike Jones]
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
[Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (Mike Jones! Who?)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!)
This year you hear a real MC (Geyeah!)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm supa dupa fly like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
I got

[Outro: Missy Elliott]
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
We came to party up in this bitch