King Tee:
 I'm the man that'll bust dat ass  I'm the man that'll bust dat ass

 J Ro:
 Naw  I'm the man that'll bust dat ass  I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
 (say what?!)

 E Swift:
 Naw nigga  I'm the man that'll bust dat ass  I'm the man that'll bust dat
 ass

 Hook:
 I'm the man that'll bust dat ass  I'm that man that'll bust dat ass

 King Tee talking:
 Yo check this out. This is Tha Alkaholik crew. E-Swift didn't they say it
 couldn't be done? They said King Tee couldn't bring out the Alkaholik crew
 (but we doin' it). Yo, it's the fresh shit. The dope shit for 1993. Tha
 Alkaholik crew. I'm gonna bust out like this, here we go, come on.

 King Tee:
 Now bust it, I'm a try to freak it with the drums
 Alkaholik funk, bass for the trunk
 And I'm kinda crazy, stupid and hey I can do the nasty and drink like a
 sailor
 I'm real smooth, free from germs
 Even walk away when my homie smokin' sherm
 Cause this is how I kick it, hoes got to lick it
 It's Tha Alkaholiks and J-Ro is wicked
 E-Swifts mad, cause he Got It Bad
 King Tees phat and I sport a blue rag
 For the little whips and the honey dips
 It's gang truece so I put away the clips
 Baby baby baby I might flip
 Got to get it on, let my backbone slip
 If I fall back then give me some gas
 If you try to play me I'll bust dat ass

 Hook (x4)

 J-Ro:
 Put the mic down clown, you can't get down
 Jump around stage like your name was Charlie Brown
 When the kid is played out your rap record is finished
 Deminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinish
 Popeye, you could never drop by, you can never stop by
 Cause you can never top I
 I got to hold back now I'm out before your turf
 Because I want it all like the nigger Greedy Smurf
 It's time to scoop the wack up, E-Swift bring the track up (alright)
 Punk you better pack up, cause the unit got my back up
 You're a mic stand, got a steady woman
 But I been in more sheets than the Klu Klux Klan
 I'm the J to the Ro, and I want to make it clear
 That you're rappin' like a queer so why don't you get on out of here
 With the alley cat coat wearin' Hush Puppy shoes
 ? seen you with (punk you ain't shit!)
 King Tee and the Liks blowin' up like gas
 I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
 I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
 I bend your rhyme over, then I bust dat ass

 Hook (x4)

 Talking:
 Tha Alkaholiks, Tha Alkaholiks, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, Tha Alkaholiks.
 Straight for 93. Rippin' shit up. Tha Alkaholik , now you join E-Swift

 Hook

 E-Swift:
 I fiend to get busy like a bee, check 1,2,3!
 E-Swift and Tha Alkaholik crew with King Tee (baby)
 Bangin' niggas out the box, drink my scotch on the rocks
 And I'm makin' more hits than the motherfuckin' cops
 I'm kickin' lines like Tyson kickin' ass
 Niggas can't laugh, I put your neck in a cast (whoa)
 Yes, I"m the man with the skills to talk shit
 And I'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with
 So back to the lab to fix your demo
 Or get played like Sega or Nintendo
 Simple as that, give me a beat that's phat
 And watch a nigga jump on a motherfucker like cheese on a rat
 It's strickly, dirty underground ass funk
 That's busting out the weak 15's in your trunk
 So don't be scared, be prepared when it hits
 The average motherfucker can't hand with the Liks

 Hook (x4