[ 1: Slug ] I dictate while most MC's Can't wait for me to smack ( ) and fuck em till my sack breaks They stand still a little bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of they lips tryin to a cigarette And I'ma watch em all on my vomit Took apart, up they heart, they died on it And I promise, if you could hide from this You'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and Some gotta die 'fore the dumb Not can fly, most don't have wings Keep takin a nap, a brick for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap before you lose I spit shrapnel while the babble Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin We're here to off a layer of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is made of
[ 2: Brother Ali ] I step off in your hoola-hoop with my eyes all aglow Walkin tall enough to make half moon whole You don't need to get to the bathroom flo' Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the do, though You and your little buddies think you're Thelma & Louise Cause you got a drum and you (throw jealous to the breeze) You need to respect a fuckin legend he breathes 'fore you get a K-Swiss logo in your knees the body-body, rock the consciousness Stagger the imagination, box your The paradime, you stepped past the And I you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grind Street magician like David Blaine these songs through your mental corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the broke And fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won't
(You gonna look pretty funny to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)