Wooh! Check it out (Check this out)
 Aaaah yeah (Check this out)
 Ya just don't stop  kid ya just don't stop (Check this out)
 Yeah ya just don't stop  word up
 Aaah yeah!
 Chorus (x8):
 Check it out y'all (Check it check it out  dun)
 Verse 1: Dray  Books
 Check this out  yo  yo
 Well check it out it's the incredible  never edible  unforgettable
 dweller from the cellar kickin terror cos I'm terrible
 See I be schoolin em, foolin em when I'm speakin it
 Peepin it cos y'all be keepin it, look how I'm freakin it
 I got'cha tinglin, tinglin and minglin
 Border way to go, the radio they got my single in
 They rockin this, ain't no toppin this when I'm droppin this
 style that I can buy cos yo I rhyme like a rhinoceros
 My skill is illy, silly when I work it
 Quick to flip the lip and rip a nigga out the circuit
 So step wit it, can ya get wit it when I'm flexin it
 Takin out these quick cos my nigga Books is next on it
 I know you're not set, check it, you're wonderin where the heck I've
 been
 Chillin stupid, cos there ain't no dooper who got wrecker than
 the Boogie Banger, it could be danger so back, tootz
 Cos we're guys but niggas wanna revise they rap books
 What up kid? I can sell you rugged with the hip-hoppin
 Throw it, like to see me from my nuts until my dick top
 What a bummer, it seem to be no MC can get dumber than
 Me one other, two niggas from the
 sewer, my shit is new without the *?bagnesia?*
 Cos G, I be's the man from here to Indonesia
 Aah yeah, you heard me, see I'm just another dirty dick
 Drastically, casually I puff the erb to get zone like the Senate, so
 Chorus
 Verse 2: Dray, Books
 Here I come so nigga don't be hatchin it, I'm snatchin it, niggas
 o'dose
 when I catch this
 Niggas in the dark, I spark at them like I was matches
 I set up quicker, kick a verse with no distortion
 I suggest MC's proceed with some caution
 I hip, tip, grippin tit because there ain't no
 way I'm gonna lift when I erupt like a volcano
 I'm acid, my crew is massive, you're soft like jello
 I'm gettin props, a habit like Abbott & Costello
 When I flaunt this, niggas want this, they'll be usin
 a squeegee when I'm bitchin cos bitch I'm comin to get your ass
 Comin to get'cha it's the D-Bats so nigga think back to the way I
 bring
 this
 or brung that, I swung that, now look at the way I'm swingin this
 just like my name was Joe DiMaggio
 and hell Dray! My 12 guage spit shells like pizaggio
 We can get it on and my word is bond and fuck who you be G
 Your crew is easy just like Sunday mornin when I'm yawnin so
 It's no sense in you losin what you got kid
 Cos G I be doin the mic like Mr.T be doin the chopsticks
 Ya gets done like no matter where ya from, jack
 for fun, I'm nailin rappers like a thumb tack
 I'm sort've spliffed so I don't think niggas order it
 Plus I'm the type you might not like to leave your daughter with
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 (Check this out) [x9]
 Chorus to fade