[ 1: Slug ] I dictate while MC's lactate Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and em till my sack breaks They stand still with a bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of they 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 this You'd quick to ride on my divide and conquer Some die 'fore the dumb realize Not can fly, most don't have wings Keep takin a nap, a brick for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap you lose everything I spit shrapnel while the villagers Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the unravel We're here to scrape off a layer of your 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 half moon You don't to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo' Cause I don't think your shit is - the rats 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 legend when he breathes 'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your Shock the body-body, rock the the imagination, box your esophagus The paradime, you past the line And I show you why the have got a fuckin axe to grind Street like David Blaine with these songs through your mental corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the smoke, Ant got the beats broke And your eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won't
(You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat on a cob with no fuckin teeth)