Sometimes I get so wild
 I blow up (POW)
 Here I come now
 Check out the new style
 Oh my god child
 Here comes the word dripper
 Word to black tripper
 Lyrical whipper slicker nigger
 Case closed like a zipper
 Ill flip ya with the style on the mic
 From the arm at PM dawn
 Next plan is hype
 So I excite to hold tight
 The underground sounds
 Jus got off Jacobs ladder
 (So wont you let me come down)
 Let me come down Ill kill someone
 With the gats son at least some men are in
 Some say Im awesome
 Jus like John I got the whole Single
 -ton on your back
 An its like that
 So I drive girls crazy
 Ask Mrs. Daisy
 Jump up an praise me
 Nobody can phase me
 I amaze me cuz yo my
 Tracks got the boomers
 Kickin the shit that
 Make ya back flip outcha bloomers
 Ill murder him
 Ill murder them
 Put me on the track
 For black Ill kill them
 (Y-Tee/Big Light)
 Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock
 Inside the clip man qwe load up the glock
 On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot
 Start from the bottom make we rise to the top
 (Bae-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors)
 I ROCK
 Hip hop the best G
 I snipe just like wesley
 Crunch like nestle
 Tell me whos the best G
 Bush Babee bad man
 Ill flip the rap
 Got the hand on the gat
 Plus Im on the attack
 (Chorus 8X)
 Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack
 (Mr. Man)
 Ya just cant stop
 The rhymantically dreadified
 Lyrically ill
 Booger pickin
 Butt scrathin
 Heads a flyin, the illest
 Or should I say
 The most illified
 Type of hyperactive
 Lyricalmatical
 Boombastically bonified
 Hyper technical
 Unforgattable
 Crazy sweatable
 Individual
 Quick to put up a battle
 Rowdy, rapper goes bazootey
 Baggin up the goodies
 The rough rasta bootey
 Mr. man is attackin
 Thats when I get conniving
 So hold your freaking horses
 The boss is arriving.
 I gave a wussup like Martin
 Chill kid Im startin
 I beg your pardon
 Got it locked like a warden
 Applaudin cuz I got the illified flow
 Ya know the flow
 Yo Mr. Man steal the show
 Hecka-hecka-heck yeah
 Just cuz Im the lyrical master blaster
 Capitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/N
 So I rhyme faster than ya moms
 Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks
 When I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK.
 (Chorus 8X)
 (Y-Tee/Big Light)
 Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spot
 But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on top
 Pon de attack break a DJ offa his spot
 But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on
 No me says break a leg a leg an dis boy cant jump
 Because fe line shoulda drop an rise to the top
 An lissen a rudebwoy know yall cant stop
 Buck a bust those shot a try they move dey ass
 An but dem wrote dem
 Cuz when dey can not
 So nigga fling two thing
 So bucks those shot
 Some brand new tune
 An put dey pon top
 Because me rough, me tough
 Me light, me black
 Me charm, me thin
 Me sting, me shot
 Me quick, no false
 Me rap, me track
 Me leave em on top a dey roof an make dey cant come back
 An if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem foot
 Mic take one, two
 An bombed on dey squad
 An buck a real shot
 When me tryfe on dey track
 Buss some buss some
 An me goes to have fun
 An lissen to bush babbes cuz we run things hard too.
 (Chorus 8X