Hydra Entertainment ft. Punchline & Wordsworth and Matt Fingaz - “Just Ask Us”
[Emcee(s): Wordsworth, Matt Fingaz, and Wordsworth]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]

[Intro: Wordsworth]
There’s a first time for everything. Words

[Verse 1: Wordsworth]
My mind has so many subjects, I could aid a king
Lynch all you rappers just to get the hang of things. The truth:
No special effects. It’s hard for you to go
Against me head-to-head like homosexual sex
No rescue attempts, aight? Chill (Aight?). For bragging rights
Black and white, Fahrenheits that’ll melt your ice grill
Done daily. You hit the pad once a month like periods
I’m the flesh that connects in currencies pyramids, experiment
Optional executions. Y’all n***as
Mention Words, but won’t do nothing like revolutions
Every man is created equal besides me—specifications
On my I.D., I’m multiplied by three
Confrontations will help you collect your compensation check
My stats so high, it has an observation deck
Autobiographic, let you have it. My brain’s
Packed with so many raps/wraps, it contracts fire hazards
Tracks mastered, here’s an additional mix
I’m a step ahead ‘cause I write while y’all listen to this
Accordingly, a chance formerly, funerals formally
Operate, you’re an orderly, you sound anal orally
Only get rotation when promoting at the station, you ain’t
Overrated. You only got signed ‘cause you’re related
[Hook: Wordsworth and (All)] (x2)
Want chicks that give head? (Just ask us)
Want pussy instead? (Just ask us)
Hot raps and hot tracks? (Just ask us)
Anything from flows to hoes? (We got it)

[Verse 2: Matt Fingaz]
Too many
Girls in this world got their morals confused
Like “Electric (Relaxation),” got the chorus confused. I’m getting
Bomb threats from concepts. (According to who?) You know
The Matt Fingaz haters—I suppose there’s a few. I’m Caught Up
Like the movie getting all torn up
In a rap race, rat race all for what? You never
Drive ‘em if they’re punks—you can call a bus. You can’t
Hang with S-Double ‘til you ball like us. We’re all-in
Get my people—I’ll repeat it again. ‘Til we all
Sign the dotted line with the rottenest rhymes, (battling time)
Major labels better watch their behinds, and greedy girls
Always want ice—monotonous dimes—“that’s
A bitch move,” something that Canibus wouldn’t approve. Start
Looking to the Most High, spiritually loose, take my
Battle ax to battle cats, split ‘em in two, and if
We’re not going gold, I’ma blame it on you

[Hook: Wordsworth and (All)] (x2)
Want chicks that give head? (Just ask us)
Want pussy instead? (Just ask us)
Hot raps and hot tracks? (Just ask us)
Anything from flows to hoes? (We got it)
[Verse 3: Punchline]
On-point and ready, two sips of Henny
Had your girl doing Striptease like Demi
The way she fake an orgasm, she should get an Emmy
Sex many (Wha?), lap-dance for a penny (Uh!)
For those that envy, squeeze ‘til I’m empty
When I come through, talk under your breath like Kenny (Yeah)
Cash by the bundle (What?), ass on the humble (Yeah)
Slow with no trouble, you cuff the mic and mumble
On the corners, I hustle, careers crumble. For money
I fiend, turn my Eyes-Green like E Double (E Double)
I drink octane and spit hot flames and make you wish
Your moms would have swallowed you when your pops came
I got game for all rappers
I get up in that ass like Gooden’s cancer
Words and Punchline, we ahead of the game
Love girls who give brain plus the cash and fame

[Hook: Wordsworth and (All)] (x2)
Want chicks that give head? (Just ask us)
Want pussy instead? (Just ask us)
Hot raps and hot tracks? (Just ask us)
Anything from flows to hoes? (We got it)