Yo yo yo yo, it's Doc, where the weed at, bitch? I speed backwards a one-way from cops, see that shit? Believe that shit, slaughter, straight to I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap draw
My windpipe's attached to project You yell, "Turn the down" My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm round town And of y'all leavin'? 'Round now
Wait later, will front page paper Date raper with juvenile graders Hit the high school and 187 When I bust, y'all to back fo' acres
Doc y'all and my man Jabberjaw The shit ready, who next to scratch off? I'm the underground, my sound lift Platform shoes to bitches, pounds
Get up, stand up, up, push up Jump up, act up to make y'all it 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, out Even knocked your tooth out to make feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em
And I'm the street-talkin', Approach me extreme caution, oh, now you forcin' My hand to Rock, yo' often, I'm hot-scorchin' But 'Stone Cold' like Austin
If you smell what cookin' Ain't tryin' to see central so tell ya goon stop lookin' 'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I hookin' You past shooken off an can of ass-whoopin'
Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's 'Little of Horrors' Go ask father who the father from the hill to harbor You know tha saga, marijuana and Goldschlager With deadly medley, y'all ain't for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, alright Your man got up, extorted for his ice an' life is triflin', body over here Don't make me pull a and bite a nigga ear
Precise an', jugulars, the 'Cutthroat' Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking, People's Champ, niggaz be takin' on
Reachin' for the microphone, and light a bone Straight the catacomb, the 'Children of the Corn' That don't got a 'CLUE', prepare for Storm'
Get up, stand up, back up, up Jump up, act up to make feel it Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Yo, blackout, out, smoked out, move out Even knocked tooth out to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
I 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip with a and left AC Gorilla, Big Dog, if my get called I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic
Spit poison, got a gun permit Gun down at sundown, you keep This course and y'all ain't fit On my crew tombstone put, we all ain't
Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta your turn I spit a .41 on New Year's Eve With the mic in my hand I mutilate
The most on since Rip Van Wink My shit with every element from A to Z so what you think? blackout on just one drink you must be crazy A little off the wall maybe, go, get a
Get up, up, back up, push up Jump up, act up to make y'all it Stick 'em, stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em
Yo, blackout, out, smoked out, move out Even your tooth out to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em