[ 1: Slug ] I dictate while most MC's Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em my sack breaks They still with a little bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of lips tryin to light a cigarette And watch em all choke on my vomit Took apart, shook up heart, they died on it And I promise, if you hide from this monster You'd quick tryin to ride on my and conquer Some gotta die the dumb realize Not everyone can fly, most don't have Keep a nap, wear a brick for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap before you everything I spit while the villagers babble Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the unravel We're here to scrape off a of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is really of
[ VERSE 2: Ali ] I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all Walkin tall enough to make half moon whole You don't need to get duct-taped to the flo' Cause I think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though You and little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Louise Cause you got a machine and you (throw jealous to the breeze) You need to respect a legend when he breathes 'fore you get a logo embedded in your knees the body-body, rock the consciousness Stagger the imagination, box your The paradime, you stepped the line And I show you why the masterminds have got a axe to grind Street magician like David Blaine with these Crip-walkin your mental corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the broke And your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but teeth won't
(You gonna look pretty tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)