Intro: Queen Latifah
 Mercifully  mercifully  mercifully massacre  Naughty By Nature
 Thru it ever time  comin at a dance
 My man Treacherous MC  go on  let the saxophone man play a little
 Make it lovely

 Verse 1: Treach

 You got beef  well what we do  talk to the bunny  sunny
 He's the man  Bugs the thug wit the money
 Funny that you should mention as my family  they covered
 Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers
 Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together
 No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better
 You mean he, she, them, him, those and others
 Let's kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble
 For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it
 Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I'ma run it
 Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rollin spreads
 You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya
 head
 This is a flow-er show, a product float a while ago
 Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know
 And if ya don't, you won't by the time this track is done
 Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come

 Chorus: Queen Latifah

 Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know
 It's time for rum, man, yeah man
 Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know
 It's for jammin, g'yeah know?
 Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow
 Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door
 The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y'know
 I'm out for rum, COME!!!!

 Verse 2: Treach

 118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin
 Huh, what's your function?
 I don't mean to be blunt or front, true or rude
 How can he diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey dude
 So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good health
 So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself
 Cos I ain't havin it, remember act like you know
 And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door
 I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator
 A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later
 Yeah, you don't have a chance, but I see ya next
 This track is KayGee's baby and he named it "Def"
 I'm smokin in em, it's like chimneys, I ain't friendly
 Fuck your fendy, I'm swingin for your diet kidney
 Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op
 Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot
 The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm
 damn good to be a no good, hooded by
 the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
 They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump

 Chorus

 Verse 3: Treach

 Gettin it and hittin wit it a old fashion weapon when you're slippin, I got
 time
 Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign
 The bad just got worse within one verse
 Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella's first
 Wreckin is second, so back wit'cha wacked disc
 For candle after candle and still couldn't wax this
 I be the wickedest while you're still the wackest
 I need wallpaper to list what your track miss
 This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker
 Check the check and who's def? Who's left ya?
 Standin back cannin ya, plan ta stay back
 I'm down wit Kay's tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack
 I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof
 That's happenin to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose
 This comes naturally, all day and night
 I make a party of all lefty's leave screamin out "Alright!"
 Talkin bout needin a lot more work than you had
 Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one
 Who's gettin done? Who's swifter? Who's badder?
 You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder
 This is another song, we check out the style that I've
 picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive

 Outro: Queen Latifah

 No rude bwoy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC
 Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew come flec, man, eaze up