[TAME:] We're gonna run through this 

[Boom Skwad:] Like this, like that, like this, like that 

[TAME:] This shit like the West Nile virus 



[Verse One] 

I'm the north Doctor Kevork, smokin' on Newport shorts 

Fuck what you though cuz beefin' with me 

Will get your front porch torched. 

Snub nose like a force, addressin' issue like The Source 

I'm Osama Bin Ladin's attack force 

Blastin' off screamin', "Fuck da passport"! 

Commin' thru customs, talkin Russian, broke off Robatussin 

Open up them beeps 

I'm puzzle da hussle by tusslin' 

Snd whip the beats out in the streets. 

Ain't nothin you come up with fuck with me 

Production companies have lunch with me 

Eatin' ya'll for dinner 

I'm a museum classic for all you wax spinners 

Its only logical for me to spit it as ill as possible 

By any means nessa, applyin' pressure 

You gettin' ya gord n' Latrell's messed up. 

I push up like a calestenic, hallu-sin-a-genic 

That's what's up, rollin' cabbage up, actin' up 

I'm like "Hell with you", and you like hate this picture 

I'm cocky to the paparazzi, the black Chachi 

Nigarachi, on more drugs than Whitney Hou' and Bobby 

I'm probably high now, infa-red dot cha eyebrow 

Black and chan kick ya ass like "Kay-Yo! Pai-ow!" 

Lyrically takin' the liberty 

Dissin' my enemies with obsenities 

Suppin' my entity, takin' amphetamines 

With energy like it was ten of me 

Mentally sick, quick to spit 

Shit on anything that you publish in private or public. 

Call me Mr. Fuck-it 



[CHORUS] 

They say I'm crazy, I'm crazy crazy 

[like this, like that] 

And you can say it baby, baby 

I-iii-ii be just smokin with my weed 

[like this, like that, like this, like that] 



[VERSE TWO] 

True indeed like callin' out all you ballers 

Runnin' through Walker's office makin' all the caucus nausious 

Smokie-mon, Obi-Wan kenobi, Thomas Dolby 

I be blindin' you with science, the West Nile virus 

From dirty New Jersey with thirty dirty rifles for hitmen 

About to put a hit on Christie Whitman 

Blue and grey'd up, my dues is paid up 

I be in the back seat tell bitches turn my tape up 

Fuckin up ya sheets now 



[CHORUS] 



[VERSE THREE] 

This covert operation has been rated triple-x 

From the Internet chatroom topic in the flesh 

My usual phramacutical use make me hard to produce 

Because my brain is toxic slop atomic soup, voodoo juice 

The notty topic coffee shops, I'm holdin' it down like waybacks 

The Todd Bridges of rap, I'm catchin' contact from my A-das 

Olympic trinkets hold secrets, peep how they freak it 

Like Remy and Marshall getting Tame all weeded 



[CHORUS]