Back once again to wet up the whole area
 Check my style out
 Verse One: Tash
 Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips
 Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse
 Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a
 Lexus
 I'm back again to test your reflexes
 If you don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift
 If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
 If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
 Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph
 Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin back to eighty-six
 While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix
 So my style be comin at you more deadlin than a cobra
 With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober
 Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent
 I slam like a fifth that stays hidden
 Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances
 And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances
 Chorus: E-Swift (repeat 4X)
 I give the party people what they like
 Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night
 Verse Two: J-Ro
 Next it's, the man freakin funky flow flexes
 Bustin in my All Day I Dream About Sexes
 Walk into your living room there I am
 Stroll to your kitchen there I am
 Run to your backyard hmm there I am
 Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram
 That's why you hate me, you can't escape me
 You can't even erase me off your tape
 We the A-L-K, H-O-L-I-K-S
 Comin like new pimps humps and stress to your chest
 J, to the R-O, just rockin on
 I keep the party poppin til a new day is born
 The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit
 I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit
 We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted


 To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid
 Chorus
 Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash
 Punk MC's get bent, I'll leave a dent in what you sent
 I got your city covered like a motherfuckin tent
 Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy
 The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a VD
 I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me
 I'm swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin by me
 He's a sufferin succcootash, throw him in the trash
 Show him you the man that'll boom bash
 I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny
 When I leave em in the corner broke up like crash dummies
 Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest
 For the cardiac arrest, fuckin with the freshest
 Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness
 Cause I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest
 So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English
 Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my...
 (arguement with girl)
 How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer*
 How many pot-heads we got? *cheer*
 Same fuckin assholes