Fort Minor Respect 4 Grandma Lyrics


Are we recordin right now? (Yeah we’re recordin)

[Intro: Celph Titled]

I can’t do it right now cause my grandma’s asleep in the other room

so I gotta like, go into like another room and yell it

(Go ahead) You know respect for grandma

(Ha ha ha…) Knahmean?

[Ryu]

Scoop Deville

You’re now rockin with a drunken battle, we pack pumps

Like sluts when they travelin – Scoop Deville

You’re now rockin with a drunken battle, we pack pumps

Like sluts (Fort Minor) Scoop Deville

You’re now rockin with a drunken battle, we pack pumps

Like sluts when they travelin with shoes in the trunk

I’m losin it punk, missin a few screws and a nut

I’m stupid as fuck, I’m from the old school but I flunked

Black on black, rips with some grain to grip

Bitch-slappin these trick rappers ’til they pay this pimp

Quit actin the click-clackin like you famous, shit

You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks (biatch)

What a joke, you ain’t never cut up coke on a scale

or snuck dope through the border in a coconut shell

Fuck no! You wanna tell your little veteran tales

So when I put the smoke in your mouth you better inhale

Suck it!

[Tak]

You ready? Let’s get it, the game’s now finished

It’s all weapons to aim with a thousand rounds in it

Machine Shop class mixtape lynchmen

Clappin at you track rabbits back to the benches

Yeah, people fiend this, call me the evil genius (uhh)

Got ’em bumpin Styles in the Buick Regal speedin

People fiend this, call me the evil genius (uhh)

.. fiend this, call me the evil genius (uhh)

Got ’em bumpin Styles in the Buick Regal speedin

Brim with a tilt, cigar on my clutch

Your cryin over spilled milk, Demigodz what’s up?

Got a flask filled of that ol’ lucky number 7 brand

Get rid of your first string, I ain’t playin second-hand

You messin with butane, get scorched in a torch fire

Look out for the new slang, you rockin with Fort Minor

[Interlude: Celph Titled]

All right hold on a second

Yeah, yeah yeah, you know what the fuck it is

S.O.B. muh’fuckers, Demigodz muh’fuckers

Mike Shinoda muh’fuckers, and this is Celph Titled muh’fuckers

We put a pipe bomb in your tailpipe, no homo muh’fuckers

My gun don’t fit through the doorway muh’fuckers let’s go

[Mike Shinoda]

This is the last warnin shot ‘fore we’re lettin this go

We don’t have to say lay low, y’all already know

that when the lights goes dim and the beat drops in

Even Texas can’t +Hold ‘Em+, ante up and I’m in

I’m like Black Jack Johnson and M.O.P.

Drinkin handfuls of Jack Daniels, you’ll see

Cause when we hop in the Jeep to try out the CD

You’ll want a lowrider buckin bronco to Scoop’s beat

Now, my name’s Mike (Mike) remember it well

More rock than raising hell, rougher then Rock the Bells

Ryu and Tak’ll tell you what’s really the deal

If you want it come get us at the end of this 12, ha!

[Outro: Celph Titled]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you know the fuckin drill

Keepin it Godzilla up in the motherfuckin Home Depot

This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer

This is S.O.B., this is Demigodz

This is M. Shinoda the cobra holder

And this is your brain on crack muh’fucker

{“Perfect… the guy is a genius”}