Wack sounds barked out by your bitch-ass pack hounds
Back down, dog, before I bring the smack down
Act clown and you’re sure to get your back browned
Like your name was Sam, but I’m the son of
Gun of, run of this town like Willie Horton
Burnin’ off slugs like I was made by Morton’s
Sortin’ out motherfuckers always shortin’
Bringin’ you five mics, but where my change at?
You, Rover, over there – now where the range at?
Dirty dog, you got shots, so where your mange at?
Deranged dingbat, sing that, ‘cause you can’t rap it
My tricks ain’t for kids, you silly fuckin’ rabbit
Grab it, nab it, I retrieve it and rehab it
Sabotage of the rhymes becomes a habit
Won’t wait ‘til Monday, I roll on the Shabbat
Day of rest but I’m blessed ‘cause I’m arrestin’
MCs like McCloud, with loud protestin’
Bite my rhymes, they’ll give you indigestion
Talkin’ out your ass like rap Olestrin
Lesser men than you have tried to test me
Bad touch much? Your mic cannot molest me
Don’t get testy, you’re no scientist, see?
Don’t get chesty, my rhymes will soothe your breast, see?
Lest we forget, you’ll get what you came for
What you’ll take will make you say my name for
Hours after I make you show your shame for
Tellin’ lies that I am not to blame for
If you had one peel of real upon your body
You’d know my flow like Kelly knew karate
Ante up, throw panties, all you hotties
Layin’ pipe like I was Rowdy Roddy