[Big Punisher]
 Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked
 you
 where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
 New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
 This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE
 There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
 While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
 I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
 Compatible with the average New Yorker
 A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
 out for the cash and the cho-cha
 Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
 If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
 I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
 and I've already broken every law
 I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
 Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed
 Chorus: Busta Rhymes
 Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
 Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!
 Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
 Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey!
 [Big Punisher]
 Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question
 Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
 It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics
 Violence existed before our music was even suggested
 Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
 That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
 I fight the power, spite the power the 90 percent
 Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
 The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same
 Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name
 So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
 for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
 I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
 Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
 with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos
 in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's
 Chorus 2X
 [Big Punisher]
 So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you
 Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you
 Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
 havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
 The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh
 Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess
 Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face
 expression when destined to states, that death be in the case
 I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
 Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
 I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
 or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
 I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy!
 Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise
 No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
 packin pistols catchin bodies make sure we'll get you
 So they say, I pray there's a better way
 My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play
 Chorus 2X
 [Busta Rhymes]
 Word is bond
 One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth
 We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
 So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life
 from us
 Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
 Parents...
 You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine
 o'clock
 Past your bedtime
 You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit
 Word up
 Punishment motherfuckers!
 By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah
 Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz