*chorus*
 [BK] Yo O.C.  are you ready to win the G?
 [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me
 Yo Bumpy Knucks  are you ready to win the G?
 [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me
 Yo O.C.  are you ready to win the G?
 [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me
 Yo Bumpy Knucks  are you ready to win the G?
 [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me
 [both] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me
 Rrrrahhhh!

 Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles

 Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?
 Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?
 Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated?
 And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated
 My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these
 So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies
 I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
 I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you
 what I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with
 F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks
 I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe
 This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal
 When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do
 Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage
 like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets
 Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this
 It's mad niggaz that be thinkin they nice with they flow
 It's mad niggaz that be frontin like they holdin some dough
 It's mad niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show
 They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe
 Niggaz try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta
 fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin
 Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY
 Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY

 *chorus*

 Verse Two: O.C.

 I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame
 platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight
 I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker
 in his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine
 From West coast to East I'm full-fledged
 Bust the science, niggaz better know the ledge
 O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you
 Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first
 You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp
 like Damien, out for world domination
 Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures
 I'm just out to make figures
 Who holds the threshold, to be the best
 I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like, vegetables
 Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis
 Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence
 Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
 You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up
 Coca-Cola, a fission like soda
 While you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
 Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
 Thug niggaz what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD

 Win the G.. win the G..
 WIN THE G.. RRRRAHHHH!

 Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles

 Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I.
 G.I., niggaz can't see I, see why?
 You new poppin niggaz, and you crew hoppin niggaz
 Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz
 If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'ma find it
 If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it
 I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on
 ya yellin, because I aim for the melon
 I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight
 Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic
 So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer
 And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er
 And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er
 And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa
 Without this record business shit you niggaz is broke as fuck
 Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck
 And while your flow needs, medical aid
 I just appear on niggaz shit, and I still get paid
 Now where's my G nigga?

 Verse Four: O.C.

 What niggaz'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?
 Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave
 I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made
 Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade
 Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin
 Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans
 I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful
 Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?
 I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass
 Niggaz'll end up with whiplash
 But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents
 I'ma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it

 [BK] Come up off that cash nigga
 *applause