Huffed and he puffed
 Blew tha house down
 Now how dat sound
 Never no never
 Give up gotta gotta live up
 To my name
 Triple double in da rap game

 Cause I ain't goin niggatronic
 Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic
 Wit my main man Harry
 Not Connick
 Rather rap my black as of
 Getcha hooked on phonics

 Good e nuff to know no endo
 Thru it out tha window
 Along wit tha Super Nintendo

 I'm a strict daddy
 Got dat right
 God damn right
 But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite
 Its just that I don't talk
 That same ol crap (shit)
 Cause papa got a brand new
 Bag fulla rap (hitz)

 The world don't work no more no more
 The world wont work no more
 Ain't gonna woek no more no more

 Verse II
 My main knick knack paddy wack
 C'mon & give a damn
 Confrontational man
 Iz what I am
 Iz what I am
 I'm tearin down da house that Jack built
 Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
 And tax the backs of the environment macks
 Who plan in da silence of the skams
 A world dat wont work
 No more/no more

 Mother earth gets treated like a whore

 And he doeth great wonders
 So that he maketh fire come
 Down from heaven on the earth
 In sight of men

 Toms to the left of me
 Bombin to the right
 World good night
 He got destruction
 In his appetite

 On a platter a planet
 To him it doesn't matter
 3-2 at the plate
 Up go the greedy batter

 Environmental alarm
 To all not some
 Good God
 Cause we don't get two of em

 I was told that oil & water don't mix
 But the new world order
 Got a disorder
 & so I diss
 Cuss my disgust
 If I must
 One earth is da birth outta all of us
 And so I diss
 After the math
 Disaster wit a European autograph

 I.
 Gonna be bedlam
 If he spread em
 Da trigga is cocked
 Nowhere to flock

 II.
 Gonna be bedlam
 If he spread em
 Pass da word
 F what you heard

 III.
 Gonna be bedlam
 If he spread em
 Glock is cocked
 Now drop da props
 Gonna be bedlam
 If we spread em
 The day the whole world couldn't do it

 Repent
 Oh no!
 Check the preacher what he spent
 One way ticket to God to fix scars
 Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
 Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
 To hell & back attack
 The new clear fog got us sniffin like
 Atomic dogs
 Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
 Put a code on a can
 Whatta hell of a man, shootin
 Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
 Uprootin da third
 We go to the way of the bird
 Can't do whatcha want to da place
 Don't waste my place
 Where you from?
 We only got one