Watch me bring it
 To the next level
 The graphic devils
 Gettin' funky like the Nevilles
 Brothers from the bayou
 So why you wanna trip
 Just play the sideline kid
 And wait for me to trip
 'Cause I can feel it in the air tonight
 But yo I'm not Phil Collins
 I'm more like Henry Rollins
 'Cause I search and destroy
 Retoy with the plot
 Tryin' to get what I got
 Ya might get shot
 Hot damn I'm a slam ya like ONYX
 Then teach ya how to write a rhyme
 Like hooked on Phonics
 Mother Goose ain't got shit on me
 'Cause I get loose at the jam and wreck the whole party
 I make em' jump and mosh
 Oh my gosh
 There slamin in the pit
 When I'm kickin my shot
 They're buggin at the eyes
 'Cause I got mad styles
 And ain't a damn thing funny
 I get money in piles
 Some people thought I died
 That's just a rumor though
 Others thought I fell off
 But now I'm numero uno
 Dos not cuatro
 word to Kool Kieth
 I'm a break up your teeth
 When I die (die)
 Bury me (me)
 Hang my balls from a cherry tree (tree)
 Let them get ripe and take a bite
 And if they don't taste right then don't blame D (D)
 You need to quit swingin
 The styles that I'm bringin
 The funk knuckle dragon
 The kids on the wagon
 I'm not the 12 stepper
 Don't play me like a lepper
 My mic sounds nice
 But it's not Salt-n-Pepa
 Well it's the man with the plan
 To get all your skins
 The tip of my dick is where the line begins
 So hoe's form a line
 Take off that swine
 Strip your ass butt naked
 Let's see if you can take it
 'Cause I'll make you feel...
 LIKE A NATURAL WOMEN!
 'Cause I keep it comin'
 I'm the Everlastin'
 Free style assasin
 My soul and my goal is to bring a little passion
 To your girl's life like the Daily Sun
 Throw her down on the bed
 And tie her up wit ropes
 I'm just another rager with a Dairy Face
 Punk motherfuckers beef and rhyme my race
 You need to step back kid and give me some space
 So I can cold spark the party when I'm rockin the place
 Danny Boy's arrivin'
 I Stand six five and a half, don't laugh kid
 The outlaw biker with my big shit kicker
 On a highway to hell
 'Cause I never tell
 Well it's the funk back breaker
 We heat it up like Jamaica
 Don't bring your woman to the party cause I'll take her
 Hit the deck 'cause I'm down with the Hoolis
 I got a trunk full of funk like the groovy doolies
 I'm not the man but I'll asked who was he
 Quick's hot the hair do just like Ruth Buzzy
 Runnin' 'round town like ya been to jail son
 But ya hit the swap meet to get your hair and your nail done
 Get off my sack
 'Cause your shit is wack
 Ya dis me and I'm a dis ya back
 I'm a swing it (X4