[ 1: Slug ] I dictate while most MC's Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my breaks They still with a little bit of spittle Drippin off the of they lips tryin to light a cigarette And I'ma em all choke on my vomit Took apart, up they heart, they died on it And I promise, if you could hide from monster You'd quick tryin to ride on my and conquer Some gotta die 'fore the dumb Not can fly, most don't have wings Keep takin a nap, wear a 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 to scrape off a layer of your make-up So we can see what a is really made of
[ VERSE 2: Ali ] I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher my eyes all aglow Walkin tall enough to make your moon whole You don't need to get duct-taped to the flo' I don't think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though You and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & you got a drum machine and you (throw jealous to the breeze) You need to respect a fuckin legend when he 'fore you get a K-Swiss embedded in your knees Shock the body-body, rock the the imagination, box your esophagus The paradime, you stepped the line And I show you why the have got a fuckin axe to grind Street magician like Blaine with these songs through your mental corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the smoke, Ant got the beats broke And your fuckin eyebrows might back, but your teeth won't
(You gonna look funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)