[thug] I you this fuckin guy man Yo man, yo B, is my fuckin block, get the fuck off
Shut the fuck up You never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin You don't any to make fuckin money
[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout
You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker [thug] Saturday Night Live, John ass motherfucker Suck my dick [thug] You fuckin spaghetti and eatin motherfucker [Keith] You have any fuckin knowledge [thug] Fuck you man, man, suck my dick man [Keith] Little Italy ay, you know about the.. real estate man [thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you wanna do [thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin [thug] Take mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*} [thug] Take this mayn {*POP dead now!
Dog] Here we go some new shit, fuck the bullshit Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always quick, what? Motherfucker back up, you know Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now 'em up Mad niggaz wanna have this, murderous I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin The fattest, MC of the era, terror Could niggaz fuck with this? Never, but Many try to apprehend, they can't comprehend Cause when they step to me they win I bend, break MC's who the funk Leavin wack in the back of my truck Then eat some rat poison and I some ammonia out bein that gastric felonious serial killer, that you know, as around with Dog and get slammed like a sumo "Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you get wit me I wanna see that from Uptown, who bit me Bitin, never writin, that's not I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who fightin So come on, BRING IT ON, your weapon No it's not rainin but you gettin wettened Smash fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm Randy Niggaz don't want no beef I keep the tec handy Shoot you from your head to toe You have so many holes in your shit it act like you know
[unknown MC] I thought you knew motherfuckers.. Now take a second while I reveal into the industry By smokin lyrical teacher provokin MC Clear the way for me, unique, the weak As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by it street Lazy poet and I don't got to have tactics to turn fake rappers and crack addicts, the weak hit from my bomb shit Ooooh! Damn, no or contest, the impossible I on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm unstoppable Got a of focus, e'ry track I smoke this is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus You fuck with us, known for keepin it true Not fakin the funk bustaz, so what you gonna do? I address, I'm better than Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!
Keith] Yeah y'all motherfuckers who need y'all whole album to prove you got skills, suck
I'm rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons My style like Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+ My bald head sharp, I walk like Telly Savales Niggaz on a tightrope, they is off balance Hyper mental like Larry Davis on the Rappers actin poodle, but I'ma drop the No threats; sleep on me you slept on Bernard Goetz With a Berkowitz twist, your projects of this My style retarded, kids smell the piss With hand grenades I cut your rectum out with blades Emergency please, gorillas bleedin through knees My werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW! I howl on your elevator, open your door, see you I drop sticks of dynamite, open mailbox Don't look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo' Your style berback(?), lion tiger No need to low prices call me Crazy Eddie I put the head to sleep and send brain to Betty I'm outtie.. five thousand