Cause winicumuhround  niggaz skate like the rocks
 My block...'s hot  so gimme all you got
 When I'm done rockin  I leave you all doin the Bus Stop
 My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak
 I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback
 Rrrwwhwoaah  look out  roast em like cookouts
 I'm smoked out  all you MC's  pull your books out
 Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
 Starvin since the days of Kindergarten
 When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
 Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks
 And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong
 I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb
 I'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down
 I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround

 Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget
 (Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it
 The top, notch, look over your sess spots
 Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops
 Burn more steam than carpet cleaners
 I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor
 Boom-bash I set it off (right right)
 I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights
 My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
 The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin
 I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up
 Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter
 Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom
 Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom
 I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum
 Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker

 The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check
 I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz
 With a pad and a pen I blend funky images
 That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and
 three years move along there's nothing to see here
 If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here
 Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
 Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT
 Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
 The sound makes your brains wet
 with The Color Purple on a freight train
 The devil's the conductor
 Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers
 My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn
 I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian
 Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's
 And other alien type of MC's
 So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live
 Like one-two-five
 I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge
 And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker