Intro: mc (chubb rock)
Word up it's the on the scene one mo' time! With my man kirk on the mix And my man owl in the mix And my man nitti on the mix While the in the mix, i'ma kick it like, thissssss it out
Verse mc nasal (chubb rock)
Don't drink the milk cause it's spoiled the racists If you look up all the cases You see the niggaz yo, dead in the of these kkk jerks And I'm vexed, vexed, let me tell y'all While I it from the cellular Well I'm the on the scene and fuck it I cream in my coffee, so take your fuckin redneck off me Concerning that mississippi, stop that fuckin While I'm over here chillin, ready steady Every racist summer, a large number Of you son of bitch, who to archie bunker Ignorant, accurate, coagulate, you it Hate the boy, and stabbing it All over, the odor makes you wish he was with the force So you can mess around yoda But no-no, and also, you knew so, the nigga so Advances like caruso... robinson, jackie, and jazzy has he Been respected, for the three Decades finds his baseball have them then discard, and I'm vexed Should I my pecks on the set? And watch those bill cosby niggaz just And his buy a white school kit, ana And you he talks, bullshit, ana Throw your in the air And look at that nappiness of hair And if you're of your peas, nigga say please And out there say yeahhh! chirping* I guess there no niggaz out Here the chorus for the year Because, the nasal... will eat and basil head to toe on the foes And he says he Flip on the brothers if they don't their fists and Get busy, yell and scream like
Don't drink the milk! (why? ) spoiled drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled Don't drink the milk! (but why? ) it's (hey daddy him why) the milk is spoiled!!
Verse two: kirk
Every (night), youth get tested (ested) Mr. himself is well rested (ested) Miss sectretary, holds his (message) I would not make it drugs in texas (texas) way would you look, or was you lookin? (lookin) Every day, a nigga is being tooken (tooken) Vietnam, synonym (brooklyn) If ain't a nigga, it's a I'm juckin (juckin) Alex haley, rasta roots (soil) The beginning, and it's (over) It wouldn't make sense if things wasn't so (tense) Snatching purses, jumpin over (fence) It seems so (egative) They got you robbin your own relatives (relatives) Daily adventure, (ganza) No time to watch an of casablanca Bonanza, to heaven Stray bullet, down a kid, who was eleven sucks (sucks), no such unity Kids die before they reach puberty (stages) Look at the ages (ages), the parent (wages) The reason was in school they never turned (pages) You get vexed (vexed), and boils It must be the brat and not the milk that's (spoiled)
Don't the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled Don't the milk! (will you tell me why...) it's spoiled (yo punk him why...) the milk is spoiled!!
Verse three:
Well I'm the of the crew and I'll alfalfa you And if you step to the poke I kick but jokes One of the masterz of the trak, stick it Man I got more juice than the movie Lights cameras actions, I'm on a fuckin Hissin, white boy Z-28, camaro, regal The will of these automobiles don't to The half, and don't interview my staff For four hundred years you stole, my craft Now my ignorant dome is hard I drink the motherfucking mic, I mean the milk spoiled!!