(feat. Twiztid)



Old school Twiztid found in the rubble of Earth's remains



You don't know how we do things shut the dog fuckin' say shit.

I'm gonna get fuckin fresh, I'm gonna crack this fuckin' kid in the skull

Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things

Shut the fuck up, look some motherfuckers don't play that shit

I'm one of those motherfuckers don't fuck with me

I'm warnin' you, what the?? Don't fuck with me you cock sucker



[Jamie Maddrox]

I transcend and continue to bring rhymes

Rappers a dime a dozen like the card trading times

This is the shit I'm not the ordinary cracker hollerin'

Step back Jack, to conive a two fist

Blam to your chin Blam! to your soul

Now tell me who the player with the biggest balls

Rhymes hittin' like planet Rio, press ski like a mosquito

Tough like scarface so call me Al Pacino

Wishing my skito to meet the Beatles

Eatin' some fritos a cool cat daddy like Chester Cheeto

Chantin' like the santa domingo

Loc's mortuary, livin' close to the cemetery

Met a girl named Carrie, she told me she loved me, kinda scary

Like Chuck Berry with straight funky guitars

Swoopin' on brothers like we were ball betters

See, caps get peeled, raps get keiled and dealt

12 bitches keep runnin' turntables with felt

Now give a little bust chip that's enough

Cause I represent a style that we tough enough

Like a tonka truck because I take abuse and keep goin'

Survival of the fittest, corse rule for the strong

Down the by the bay not the biso, but I drink Cisco

When I go to Honna's I order me a frisco

Combo meal, $2.95 oh what a deal

Would you like that super sized for extra 5 cents? For real

Ok go 'head, just don't go haukin' on my bread

Can I substitute my drink with a milk shake instead?

Yes sir, your total comes to 14.88

Who am I tryin' to feed Michigan State can I relate?



[CHORUS x2]

Blam! is very very difficult to fuck with

Blam is blam is comin' from motown

Blam! is very very difficult to fuck with

You don't wanna fuck with me



Clap on clap off like the clapper, I'm such a hot stepper

Drinkin' some Dr. Pepper with my nigga Jed on the record

Microphone check 1,2   1,2 

Now tell me mothefucker what you came to do

I came to bring the skills and try to pay the phone bills

I saw Jack and Jill doin' the nasty at the top of the hill

Comic books and bitches is the shit I did

I don't wanna grow up 'cause I'm a Toys R Us kid

I get lost in space, like real Robinson danger

Callin' the dragons off cause I'm a mighty morphin' power ranger

Hangin' on the ceilin' with karate kicks

OD and O Sugar with their picks and sticks

And big ol' fat glass of grape kool-aid

Chillin' with senior citizens enjoyin the shade

Stayin' paid countin' the whole round of cash

Gettin' on the scene like jumpin' jack flash and crash

Pepper I chew it made me sneeze

Always itchin' my balls like I got some type a fleas so baby please

What you sees, is what you get

A goofball with long hair growin' round like a chia pet

We just met and you know I'm a come across when I enforce

Ready on the day as I see all the other time lost

Enforce on the lyricist 'cause I'm the fast

Puttin' up my titles and watch until your career crash



[CHORUS]



Hickory dickory dock, tell them fools they better stay off my cock

'Cause I pose with a bag of lunatics down the block

Bag a lions, big giants house of krayzees runnin' shit

For the 9-6 and then some

Representin' mad skills, pay the bills

Got they back plus the ends on the dub sack

Now tell man, who got the ill rhymes

Got your toes tappin' like Gregory Hines

Runnin' shit like a marathon, I'm stronger than tephlon

And use my liquid thunder to get my trick on

Well I'm slangin' faster than the average nig got it

I start to intrude when I'm rude disrespect me and I'll snatch your wig

Nick Nick patty wack, my name is Mr. Bones

Slam Dunkin' lyrics like the man Eddie Jones

You better give it up for the original individual

In the skies so open your eyes surprise

I fade 'em all like Jamal

I'm standin' tall with my back to the wall

A bad brother like Lou Rawls

I'll foldya, I thought I told ya gun in the holster

I thought patterns left behind in the rhymes, cause I'm older

Bang, thang, wang, this ain't no play, gettin' paid

Goin' on and paintin' chicks wait, cannot relate



[CHORUS: Repeat till end]