[ INTRO: KRS-One ]

Du-du-du-duuu-du-du

You wanna test Lyte?

Are you stupid?

You gotta be out of your fuckin mind!

MC Lyte is THE DON!

Come down, MC Lyte, seen



Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch...



(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking)  (6x)  --> KRS-One

Go, go, go, go...



(You done insulted me

And I got to kick yo ass right now)



[ VERSE 1 ]

So what's up, Big Bahama Mama?

You know where to find me

You could never climb me

So why do you persist

To be placed upon my fuckin hit list

You a low-down dirty loser

Next time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser

You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck

I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that butt?

And in case you didn't know

I been known to fuck up a hoe during a show

So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock

Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks

I heard you're smokin crack, lady

You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a - crack - baby

Whadda ya think?

The 55th nigga you fucked said your poom-poom stink

Slow down, you're movin too fast

The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that ass

Now you think you're hot shit

Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit

You're still a loser

No joke, when I see you I'ma hit you with the Cruiser



(Set the bitch on fire

Your fucking days are over)



(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking)  (4x)

Go, go, go, go...



[ VERSE 2 ]

>From upstate New York to way Down South

I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth

You're ready for the showdown, the low down

Lyte strikes again, another hoe down

Fuckin to you, Shanny, is like a fad

Flippin coins with your mom to see who sucks dad

But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky

But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie?

How funky of a smell could one woman make?

Yo fellas, I think she need a douche break

(Douche, douche it out - douche break

(Douche, douche it out - douche

(Douche, douche it out - douche break

(Douche, douche it out - douche, douche, douche

(Douche, douche it out - douche break

(Douche, douche it out - I think you need a douche)

Tisk-tisk, what a relief it is

Not to be, not to be, not to be you

Not to be, not to be, not to be you

Or one of those pussy-eatin members of your crew

Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda scooped you

But instead, you let them fool you

Into talkin that bullshit you been talkin

Walkin that stank strut you been walkin

I don't play that, ring around the rosie

Pocket full of posie, red-rum, you dumb, dumb



(We can all be some fightin muthafuckas in here this evening

Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on)



(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking)  (4x)

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[ VERSE 3 ]

Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)

Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)

Now let's talk about that grill (the grill)

We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh)

Now let's talk about your teeth

Shits ain't been straight since you was 8

When you bit into a bad piece of beef

And even for a small fee

You let your uncle get one off while you bonced on his fuckin knee

Now what's my fuckin name?

Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin game

You must like puttin dough in my pocket

Since '86 my career sky-rocket

Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb hoe (Ha-ha-ha)

I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed

While you're hangin from a buddah stem

I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals

I'm liable to just fuck up you schedule

You'll be sittin on your fat ass another 10 years

Until the coast is clear

So next time they push a rhyme in your hand

You better fully understand who the fuck I am



(At least now we know...)

Dumb

...It's all about Lyte)

Bitch



(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking)  (repeat till end)

Go, go, go, go...