"Nigga!"
 "The K the double O the L the G R A P letters"
 "My mic sound nice  check one"
 "The K the double O the L the G R A P letters"
 "Sound nice" (cut and scratched)

 [Kool G. Rap]
 Rougher than Gotti  in tone
 Got a body harder than Flintstone
 Your girl got her skins boned
 I'm diggin her down with my skintone
 It's Brown er than Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
 Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her friends moan
 Listen and learn and turn on your tuners if he looney
 ? ? I break, bang zoom, like Honeymooners
 I don't want singers, but finger snappers, speaker slappers
 The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
 Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
 dead up, head up, so I set up to slam a hoe
 I don't give a heck, but I don't peck on a redneck
 You wanna pull cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
 Lead my from tec, come and step up and get your head red
 Wait a sec, you comin to see what's left?
 I gotta catch my breath, rappers slayed
 or played like Jeff to the left
 And none of you nitwits can get with this hit shit
 You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no lipstick
 I don't run a style but a mile to bust a child
 Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle
 Hell, I'm ringin bells with a ding-dong
 I play you like ping-pong
 You swingin on my ding-a-long King Kong
 I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day habit
 Bing bing BANG, just like the ricochet rapid
 Grab it, your sound is just like a lady baby, maybe
 you're old as Grady, still in the 80's, metaphors born in Haiti
 I pop to the top, now the hip-hop glock pop rocks
 Whenever it drops, I run over rappers at the record shop
 You name your best I'll say, who, like owls
 Pass me a towel, and I'ma move my bowels all over his vowels
 Bring ten men, then I'll send my venom in em
 You ain't gonna win em cause he got a women's momentum
 And I don't wanna hear from this queer
 Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
 My rhymes are like the nine millimeter Beretta
 Cause anything rappers could do yo I could do it better

 "The K the double-O the L the G-R-A-P letters"
 "My mic sound nice, check two"
 "The K the double-O the L the G-R-A-P letters"
 "sound nice" (cut and scratched)

 You no-frill slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
 My lyrical skills give me Pillsbury Doughboy
 Back, I'm packin em up like Jack the Ripper
 Some pally'll I'm pullin the zipper
 Finger popped, the better the batter or flipper
 You're out of date, you must be the Late Show, I hate those
 puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
 Dead-on, head-on collision, bad decision
 You wanna see me nigga you better check your vision
 It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
 Your ass'll get smashed just like a crash test dummy
 Retire, an MC that Oscar Meyer could take
 Some of you wacky rappers just play anyway
 that's B-O-L-O-G-N-A
 So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your style hurt
 HEY HEY HEY! Should I say it's Fatter than Albert
 Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
 turnin cold, better go and sip on some Swiss Miss
 Inner city, actin like bitties, you're pussy
 so here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's titties
 Cross at the green not in between or get hit G
 Red light, green light, one two three
 Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me pass
 'fore crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
 Everytime I put out my records and tapes
 Motherfuckers go bananas like this was Planet of the Apes
 Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets
 to ride the dick and sit down it like a Greyhound
 Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
 See niggaz, you ain't even Magilla Guerillas
 Bass in your face, stingin like mace
 I'm bringin the right taste, hangin like waist
 Pick up the pace