[Marc Live]

I got a bone to pick, shut you down

Stop the talk, you deserve this shit

You a stupid nigga, observe this shit

I can destroy your whole label

Shit, you a bum nigga

It's no theatrics, it's all acrobatics (oh!)

It's all static, Clayborne DiCaprio

It's all dramatics, the Gangs of New York

Come at it... come correct though

I left bodies in piles for miles, shallow shit

Your girl hates you, yo she's after my dick

She's after my bitch - it's all funny though

Niggaz is corny, I'm like a bed of sharp nails...

Niggaz can't get on me

I warned you straight up

Your label support - can't protect you, your fragile fort

I kill for sport

I'm like a white power militia

I'll diss you and change your mission, c'mon



[Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)]

This is how it could be done...

(My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton)

This is how it could be done...

(My floss ranges identical to none son)



[Jacky Jasper]

Your windpipe cut, your record ain't hot

Company robot, imitating 2Pac

Imitate life, stop wishin' death

Causin' strife, takin' a set - your life story

Your cover story, inventory

Your body's gory, story teller, Goodfella

Michelle Gellar workin' with DJ Yella

A cut breaks into sellers

Stack cheese, lift it later

Inspectator, high price playa

Imitator to the innovator, traitor

Judis knew this, put 9-1-1 on notice

My lawyer show this, in the bullpen I wrote this



[Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)]

This is how it could be done...

(My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton)

This is how it could be done...

(My floss ranges identical to none son)



[Kool Keith]

Everybody want the source on they shish kobob

They call me Frankfurt Wane, I created the place where you shit

Abruptly you master, the toilet can't flush any faster

The piss rise up out the bowl, girls like the water

Sparkle, guys put the gas in they ass

Two-dollars worth in the pump stuck in your rectum at Arco

Fuel on the low, the engine is heated

Open up your stomach, look at the mirror

When was the last time a mechanic checked your asshole bro?

You took it to the Midas touch

Why did you lie to us?

Your girl - funky, cocked her ass full with cake crush

Two smells go in seperate ways

The sun is out, superstars

Ride ninety degrees, with country cow shit

I stash in the back of fancy cars

The brown stuff leak out your truck for hours

All over your dark shades, you get cut with dark blades

I shit on the Westside Highway, my piss reach the top of the Palisades



[Chorus: Kool Keith + (Marc Live)]

This is how it could be done...

(My dick is large, my uzi weighs a ton)

This is how it could be done...

(My floss ranges identical to none son)