You wanna front  what?
 Jump up and get bucked
 If you're feeling lucky duck
 Then press your luck
 I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe
 Your nine spray  my mind spray
 Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
 The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
 You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game
 You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
 I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
 The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
 I'm a true master you can check my credentials
 Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials
 Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
 Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
 So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
 Origin is unknown like the Jubas
 I've accumulated honies all across the map
 Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
 Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
 I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac
 My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
 It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
 Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
 You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
 I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
 You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
 Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit

 Verse Two:

 Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
 Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it
 Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
 Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
 You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing
 That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten
 Have you forgotten, i'll tap you [jaw]
 I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
 Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
 Cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed
 Pseudo psychos i play like Michael
 Jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs
 Inhale the putrified aroma
 Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-
 tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka
 And bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka
 I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink
 Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
 When the East is in the house you should come equipped

 Verse Three:

 Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
 Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
 Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke
 With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
 Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
 Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center
 Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
 The tech's technique cuz he's a technician
 Wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
 The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock
 Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha
 You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
 Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
 And you don't got your crew
 Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
 You was webbed straight from the start
 Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
 Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
 Just for frontin you got that ass waxed