Word up it's the Nasal on the scene one mo' time!
 With my man Kirk Gowdy on the mix
 And my man Funky Owl in the mix
 And my man Frank Nitti on the mix
 While the Chubbster in the mix  I'ma kick it like  thissssss
 Check it out
 Verse One: MC Nasal (Chubb Rock)
 Don't drink the milk cause it's spoiled form the racists
 If you look up all the judicial cases
 You see the niggaz yo, dead in the woodwork
 Cause of these KKK jerks
 And I'm vexed, real vexed, let me tell y'all
 While I kick it from the cellular
 Well I'm the Nasal on the scene and fuck it
 I hate cream in my coffee, so take your fuckin redneck off me
 Concerning that Mississippi, stop that fuckin Burning
 While I'm over here chillin, ready steady learning
 every racist summer, kill a large number
 Of you son of bitch, who switch to Archie Bunker
 Ignorant, accurate, coagulate, you imagine it
 Hate the nigga boy, and stabbing it
 all over, the odor makes you wish he was down with the Force
 so you can mess around like Yoda
 But no-no, and also, you knew so, the nigga grew so
 advances like Caruso... Robinson, Jackie, smooth and jazzy has he
 Been respected, for the past three
 decades finds his baseball cards
 Niggaz have them then discard, and I'm vexed
 Should I flex my pecks on the set?
 And watch those Bill Cosby niggaz just plex?
 And his kids buy a white school kit, ana
 And you know he talks, bullshit, ana
 Throw your hands in the air
 And look at that nappiness of your hair
 And if you're proud of your peas, nigga say please
 And niggaz out there say YEAHHH!
 *crickets chirping*
 I guess there no niggaz out there
 Here comes the chorus for the year
 Because, the Nasal... will eat shrimp and basil
 Remaining head to toe on the foes
 And he says he will
 Flip on the brothers if they don't pump their fists and
 get busy, yell and scream like this
 Chorus:
 Don't drink the milk! (Why?) It's spoiled
 Don't drink the milk! (Why?) It's spoiled
 Don't drink the milk! (But why?) It's spoiled
 (Hey daddy tell him why) The milk is spoiled!!
 Verse Two: Kirk Gowdy
 Every night (night), youth get tested (ested)
 Mr. Establishment himself is well rested (ested)
 Miss Sectretary, holds his message (message)
 I would not make it selling drugs in Texas (Texas)
 Which way would you look, or was you lookin? (lookin)
 Every day, a nigga life is being tooken (tooken)
 Vietnam, synonym Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
 If ain't a nigga, it's a pussy I'm juckin (juckin)
 Alex Haley, Rasta roots soil (soil)
 The beginning, and it's over (over)
 It wouldn't make sense if things wasn't so tense (tense)
 Snatching purses, jumpin over fence (fence)
 It seems so negative (egative)
 They even got you robbin your own relatives (relatives)
 Daily adventure, extravaganza (ganza)
 No time to watch an episode of Casablanca
 Bonanza, Highway to Heaven
 Stray bullet, down goes a kid, who was eleven
 Community sucks (sucks), no such unity
 Kids die before they reach puberty stages (stages)
 Look at the ages (ages), the parent wages (wages)
 The reason was in school they never turned pages (pages)
 You get vexed (vexed), and temperature boils
 It must be the brat and not the milk that's spoiled (spoiled)
 Chorus:
 Don't drink the milk! (Why?) It's spoiled
 Don't drink the milk! (Why?) It's spoiled
 Don't drink the milk! (Will you tell me why...) It's spoiled
 (Yo punk tell him why...) The milk is spoiled!!
 Verse Three: Poke
 Well I'm the Spanky of the crew and I'll Alfalfa you
 and if you step to the Poke I kick nothing but jokes
 One of the Masterz of the Trak, stick it groovy
 Man I got more fuckin Juice than the movie
 Lights cameras actions, I'm on a fuckin mission
 Hissin, white boy fishin
 Z-28, Camaro, Buick Regal
 The will of these automobiles don't appeal to
 the better half, and don't interview my staff
 For four hundred years you stole, sold my craft
 Now my ignorant dome is hard boiled
 I won't drink the motherfucking mic, I mean the milk
 It's spoiled