The hype's got me, I knock 'em out the box then out winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks My block's hot, so all you got When I'm rockin', I leave you all doin' the Bus Stop
My format spins wheels Pat Sajak I rub out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your out
Word is it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin' the days of Kindergarten When I dye my ashes, my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with sticks
And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, with bomb I'm the Bronx 'cause I Boogie Down I'm representin' motherfucker, winicumuhround
Winicumuhround, watch yo nugget (Aiyyo, yo, yo Redman, yo that was album) fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red
Burn more than carpet cleaners I'm meaner I'm iller than OJ, catchin' a misdemeanor I set it off (Right, right) I up your lights while you caught up in the heights
My lyrics starvin', my runs like the mob And the funk butter cup I'm a bastard at robbin' I shake the over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure point oh on the Erichter
Are you in to my tunes it's boom Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had I'm accurate Acura, my style's ninety years maximum Fuel-injected a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker
The way I get y'all niggaz call it mic check I'm vexed and if I got an finger like Bernard Geotz a pad and a pen I blend funky images That your girl hemmoragin' for about two million And three years move along there's nothing to see If I nice motherfucker, I wouldn't be here
Yeah, yeah, put metaphors a bracket Def in the house and motherfucker we can back it Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang, bang The sound makes your wet 'The Color Purple' on a freight train
The the conductor Then take a to the darkside motherfuckers My funky takes interludes around Saturn I'm diesel than evil, meant evil like Sebastian
Don't try this at home kids, I zone with And other type of MC's So throw shit up in the sky Redman's about to get live, like one-two-five
I smoke 'High Times' when I lounge And broken mics and is left Winicumuhround