Oooooh! Ah ah! Word is bond   Erick Sermon and Funkmaster Flex, ummmm   This style come next, ummmm      Ooh! My style's miraculous   Known like crack or angel dust up on the corner   I'm dirty like pneumonia   Stylistic, Erick makes the world go round   I'm devious mischievious, and if y'all believe in this   then cool, alrighty then   Let's begin with this masquerade without George Benson's rendition   Huh, don't forget boy I'm still Hittin Switches   Hittin nubianses with rags or re-iches   Whatever's clever, I still be the Funklord   E Double, from EPMD from NYC   My style starts more fights than hockey   I Wayne Gretzky, on any MC   Double or Nothing, raise your bets   If you got it empty your pockets   Shit take the gold off your watches   Huh, I'm confidence   I will Trailblaze you and your crew to Portland   First class wearin WalkMans   Now, who let the bones out the closet   The fans cut you off like if they were Lorena Bobbitt's boy   That's trifling, and was it deserved maybe   That's more evil than Rosemary's baby   Anybody outcast the E I'm doin him   Try my best to ruin dem and outright screwin em   From Boyz II Men, turn men to boys   From child to kids for whatever dey did   You dig? You crossed the wrong bridge and it's over   It's rigged, with all types of deadly explosives   Watch out, I'm Serious like Jermaine Jackson   I call Red when it's Time 4 Sum Aksion   I'm coming through with the ultimate   Ultra-style-Magnetic, funkdafied shit from me Erick   Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit   Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls   You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not   You might get beat down, stomped like Sasquatch   Your girl, like