Here's the motherfuckin magnificent
 I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
 See suckers like there was ten I sent
 So if you come in my way   great  I pull out the trey   eight
 Kool G. Rap's your fate  and not your playmate
 So all you niggaz on the floor  bitchin that shit is dead
 Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician
 So get ready to let the led out  I'm knockin niggaz dead out
 and blowin the back of your fuckin head out
 Cookin niggaz better than mama's dinner
 So let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
 Because I'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
 like they was pictures of a bitch that I divorced
 Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and loose
 I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
 Even your bitch can get it nigga
 I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
 and pull the fuckin trigger
 Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate
 Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me
 It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap
 Save that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
 Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
 Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the AIDS virus
 Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
 And put niggaz to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
 The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit
 Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's dick
 Good luck, another hood bucked
 I kick you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
 See I manage to give niggaz more than a bandage
 Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
 Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
 and holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
 So if you all over my dick just like a rubber
 My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ? blubber
 You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt
 you bitch-ass rappers'll get fucked
 And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe
 left on death row, because I let the gun go
 bang blow your motherfuckin brains out
 But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
 Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's
 When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters
 Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
 You're out of luck and I don't give a FUCK what your name is
 Boy you better split, cause I'ma house shit
 My dick'll be rich if you niggaz
 wants to put your money where your mouth is
 Gassed up ass nigga, come set it
 Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
 Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
 But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns know who's the hardest
 Niggaz I watered down with the quarter pound
 cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
 and found the slaughter town
 For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
 Play it again Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
 I'm leavin lame niggaz brain dead
 Aww fuck it, nuff said