Slap! Slap! Slap!
Missy Elliott Lyrics

Me and my clique Run through the gutter breaking down shutter As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna Ain't nothing better than these favorite butters It's like freaking with your lover trying bust his rubba Have him have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so celva Y'all wack MC's, y'all never never Talking hard as a cock but is light as a feather Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's Taking off your clothe y'all reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
I and my gang rampage through the dangerous streets of inner cities, destroying everything in our way while the beat of the music resounds in our ears. There is no greater feeling than this high-grade marijuana. It feels like having sex with a partner, trying to break a condom to have a baby, while the partner thinks it is impossible. How did a woman such as myself become so successful? You guys are terrible rappers, you never stop. You keep talking about your big egos when in reality, you are weak as a feather. You are all suspicious women who are rejected by everyone, taking off your clothes to please others. I feel the rhythm, and I know I'm going to annihilate them.

Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy
I'm going to slap you not once, but multiple times right across your head with ease.

Y'all lil' Trying act bigga don't y'all get the picture Every freaking year I come wit something sicka Fan's taking flick's want to get my picture Freak's only speak ?Do you know Jigga? Strange motherfucker's want to be my nigga Turn your man to a ass-licker Cheating ass men means, cheating as men Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
Being small and trying to act big doesn't make any sense. I release something even more innovative and exciting every year. Fans want to capture my moments through pictures, and strangers approach me, asking if I know Jay-Z. Some unusual men want me to be their companion, but I can turn their boyfriends into someone who adores me by undermining their masculinity. The time has come for the cheaters to stop playing games and be faithful. I feel the music's power, and I am going to destroy anyone who dares to challenge me.

Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, pronto
I'm going to slap you repeatedly, right across the head immediately.

You don't want to get smacked right quick Wit a upper cut like this I don't give a fuck if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid to hope on the dick I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup What I'm post to do, starve for you This ain't ?, I can't crawl for you That's impossible I make the rule I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada too Fuck wit me you lose Step to me and get bruised Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm bitchy Roll a phat blunt wit Missy In the front wit me Tim hit ahh, wit the bang to the boggada beat Burning em wit the heat It don't conser me, when nigga talk shit They just want to learn me When they see me,I permanently Damage they shit internally And Slap!Slap! Slap! em right across the melon
If you don't want me to hit you hard and fast with my punch, then you shouldn't annoy me. I'm indifferent as to how much you like it when I beat you up with my words. I am paid to do it right and get on top. I am a hooker who makes a lot of money, but if you want to break up after sex, then you better offer me a luxury car at least. I can't starve just because you think it's the right thing to do. I don't have to beg or crawl for anyone. I make my own rules and pay the price of success. I am in charge, buying expensive things like Prada shoes, and if you try me, you will lose. If you think you can fight or defy me, you are wrong. It's impossible to beat me cause I rule all, with Timbaland providing the explosive beat. People who hate on me, just want to learn from me. Seeing me causes permanent damage to those who try to mess with me.

Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy
I'm going to slap you repeatedly, right across your head quickly and without difficulty.

I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G. I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own Just gimme a beat and a motherfucking microphone Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran Oh Shit, It's getting kinda hot in here Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the shit out the Clyde Cause Bonnie should have pay me Get old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket Slap!Slap!Slap! All up in your knogen, early I said,Slap!Slap!Slap! All up in your knogen
I am the illustrious M-S-J-A-D-E, who has a great fashion sense and exceptional talent. I never depend on anybody’s assistance to achieve my goals, and if you provide me with a beat and a microphone, I'll show you what I’m capable of doing. Imagine me, Missy Elliot and Timbaland; we are about to hit the streets, and everyone will tremble before us. The temperature is skyrocketing, and everyone is staring at us. Let's do something wild, dance while holding each other, and beat Bonnie and Clyde. Bonnie should have paid me, too. I toy with older guys who provide me with their money, while the younger ones use their prom night money to hang with me. I'm doing my thing, got some cash in my pockets, and I'm going to slap you in your face repeatedly.

Nigga, slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy
I'm going to slap you hard and fast, right across your head easily.