[from the end of the last track]

This is Funk Doctor Spot, K-Solo, comin to ya' live

1996 to 97', Funkmaster Flex!

  

[Redman talking]

I got tic tacs in my mouth with a big dick

but it dont matter, we representin, on some

real shit, Def Squad, coming to ya live

splittin these peas from a pod

yo, K-Solo, drop 1 one time!

  

[K-Solo]

A breaka breaka, one-nine, site

get off the dappa-vine, guess who's back to shine?

  

[Redman]

I wish I won the lotterry

So I could tell niggas to suck dick out of animosity

And freeze em' like pottery, and give labotomies

To all you rap colonies, and shut your million dollar investment to economy

Impossibly, might be the one in black leather

Nametag sayin "caution when wet by the track wetter"

the hash spreader, I love the grimey shit

Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back wit her

Three years for carryin a loaded handgun

But it's forever when a nigga BLOW! when he lands one

To your cranium, that red dot on your forehead is not cause your Arabian

Watch what you say to him! you caught up in a tight situation

I should start erasin, your whole organization for making

wack tunes, while my whole platoon rock the basement

You couldn't come closer if I gave you my booking agent

or producer, royalty points, 12-shot loaded luger

Even a crowd to get you sooped up, your still wack

I peel caps, on the regular

destroy MCs ecetera, move like the Predator

Fuck you, your label, moms, and your editor

give you two to the jugular, blood be spreaded 

all on my shirt, it's the king of the blurt shittin

bitches hit me off more than New Edition

TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN! TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN!

I make your heart skip a beat from the steel phyhique!