[PMD] Manslaughter (repeat 4X)
  Verse One: Erick Sermon
  Code name E-D, check on the one two three
  Black male hard MC
  Rap record slave, a brother on the scene
  with a machine gun and one magazine
  Wanted, a half a million for the body alone
  Two million for the microphone
  If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer
  A hotline to the governor and mayor
  He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine
  All black in rap, strap tech nine
  Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
  The boy's about ta flip
  Manslaughter (repeat 2X)
  They call him manslaughter
  Manslaughter
  Verse Two: PMD
  Code name MD, rappin fanatic
  No short taken, black Asiatic
  Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled
  Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
  Or laughter, cause my name ain't Casper
  The Friendly Ghost, but I smoke an MC if I have to
  Quick fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam
  And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like Bam-Bam
  Rubble, partner code name is E-Double
  It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
  Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
  I had to change my name to Bruce Wayne, also known as Bat-
  Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand
  As I slay ya manslaughter
  Manslaughter
  They call him manslaughter
  Manslaughter
  Verse Three: Erick Sermon
  Mad man fully strapped and I quote
  Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
  Undercover, not D-T but E-D
  And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three
  I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal
  No static, pack a forty-five automatic
  Black cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
  Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson
  As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done
  Style's sharper than the blade in Shogun
  First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker MC
  That can't count one two three
  I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane
  Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine
  I kill a farmer, plus his daughter
  Cause I'm the E-Double, and this is manslaughter
  They call us manslaughter
  They call it manslaughter
  Manslaughter
  Verse Four: PMD
  As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort
  To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought
  You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
  Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped
  Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
  Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with
  me bro, wit this flow and I don't know Judo
  Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know
  There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
  Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
  Then off you go to the rap rat pack
  Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack
  That's what the doctor ordered
  Take two of these, dead, manslaughter
  They call it manslaughter
  They call it manslaughter
  Manslaughter
  To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter