Ladies.. and gentlemen
 I got a secret
 Somebody told me yo' ass stink!
 Don't blame me!

 Hah  what  huh..
 Ah  one two three four
 Huh  huh  yo
 Huh  yo yo yo yo yo yo
 (c'mere baby)
 Yo  yo yo  yo yo  yo
 Yo huh

 Yeah yi yeah  these metaphors be broad
 Take the Shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
 Climb aboard  jump out the ninety ninth floor
 That bitch on the salt box  know when I rain I pour
 Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome forty-fours
 Full up plates, cause someone I'm ready to take yours!
 Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin
 Hyperventilatin, you're talk of the town like date raping
 Call me the Doc-casian Spot, The Beatles
 Malfunction in the SL Board without the EQ
 Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
 Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
 It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up
 My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel
 the rapture.. ha ha.. HA HAH.. HA HAH!

 Aiyyo! Feel what I feel, see what I see son
 Break your neck -- secretly blown, talico style Doc
 Trace the sketch -- according to verbal recording hot
 Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
 Yo beautiful! Cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals
 I react - the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
 I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
 I serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger
 * Redman skats, I can't follow it * but I'm only kidding
 Knowin god damn well that's hard to spit
 Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood
 Everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
 Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
 Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
 You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar
 So much spanish ass, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana
 Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbera, check it
 The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch-a-Sketch it
 Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
 Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
 Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (KLACK)
 I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
 Fatal, duckin from pussy police in LeSables
 Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel

 High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin
 And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
 Ha ha.. alright one more time..

 (c'mere baby