The hype's got me, I 'em out the box then out socks 'Cause winicumuhround, skate like the rocks My hot, so gimme all you got When I'm done rockin', I you all doin' the Bus Stop
My format spins wheels Pat Sajak I rub out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, 'em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, your books out
Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Gaye Starvin' since the days of When I dye my ashes, my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half
And on and on, to the break of Chong I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, this bomb I'm like the Bronx 'cause I Boogie I'm Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround
Winicumuhround, watch yo nugget (Aiyyo, yo, yo Redman, yo that was album) fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess Get dumb like a whole bag of with red tops
more steam than carpet cleaners I'm meaner then I'm than OJ, catchin' a misdemeanor I set it off (Right, right) I shot up your while you caught up in the heights
My starvin', my crew runs like the mob And the butter cup 'cause I'm a bastard at robbin' I the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the
Are you in to my tunes it's boom Y'all couldn't see me if y'all had zoom I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety maximum like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker
The way I get wreck 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 leave your girl hemmoragin' for about two And three years move along nothing to see here If I wasn't nice motherfucker, I be here
Yeah, yeah, put inside a bracket Def in the house and motherfucker we can back it Come your skills for real with a bomb bang, boom bang The sound makes brains wet With 'The Color Purple' on a freight
The devil's the take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers My funky pattern takes interludes Saturn I'm more diesel than evil, meant evil like
Don't try at home kids, I zone with ET's And alien type of MC's So your shit up in the sky Redman's about to get live, like one-two-five
I smoke 'High Times' magazines I lounge And mics and cords is left Winicumuhround