[Verse 1: Battle-rap female MC, flat and fast over the knocking kick] Six in the morning on Steinway with the slicer warming up Hairnet tight, gold hoops, and my coffee in a paper cup Construction guys yelling turkey like the volume make it quicker Every one of them a genius till I hand him back his ticket Little red roll of numbers on the wall above the scale Everybody gets a number and the number doesn't fail Friday nights I'm in a garage with a cooler and a crowd Battle league in Astoria where the losers get loud Fourteen names on the sign-up and they all want me first So I brought the roll from work, let me show you how it works [Hook: Battle-rap female MC] Take a number, I'll get to you next Thin as the ham and I'm cutting it fresh Get in the line with the rest of the mess Take a number, I'll get to you next [Verse 2: Battle-rap female MC, colder, every bar on the snare] Number forty-one, you came in wearing your cousin's chain I can see the green on your neck from the rain You rap about the money but you split a pizza with your mom I've seen you at my counter asking if the coupon's on Number forty-two, they say you're the freestyle king But you wrote it in a notebook, I can see the spiral ring You been practicing in mirrors since the summer of the flood Now you sweating like the pickle jar, your verses made of mud Number forty-three, you said you'd take me out Baby, I'm the one who closes and I lock up the house [Interlude: Battle-rap female MC, now serving, flat as the deli speaker, reading tickets off the red roll] Now serving forty-four Now serving forty-five Forty-six, you're up, if you're still alive [Hook: Battle-rap female MC] Take a number, I'll get to you next Thin as the ham and I'm cutting it fresh Get in the line with the rest of the mess Take a number, I'll get to you next [Verse 3: Battle-rap female MC, the flow tightens and the guitar loop chops] The host is looking at the bracket like he lost the plot 'Cause I'm working through the list like a lunch rush, hot Every name I serve, I wrap it up in paper, tape it tight Sharpie on the side says extra mayo, wrong night They said the deli girl was cute and she would fold by round two I been folding wax paper over men like you Slice it paper thin till the light comes through Number fifty, no one's there, the roll ran out Whole garage hollering my name like they never had a doubt [Final Hook: Battle-rap female MC] Take a number, I'll get to you next Thin as the ham and I'm cutting it fresh Get in the line with the rest of the mess Take a number, I'll get to you next [End]
