[Big Pun]   Yo yo yo   What the fuck, Terror Squad   All we do is battle what; what, what what   Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler   Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer   King of the throne, bringin it home five nights   Up in The Source - five mics   Whippin a Porsche - high price   Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin   Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911   That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove   Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug   It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez   Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis}   You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark   Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart      [Remy Martin]   Yo.. yo, yo, yo   All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce?   Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent?   Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit?   Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick?   Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments   I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense   Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player   Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster   It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe   Had to leave niggaz bleedin just so we could get our dough   It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason   on the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin   I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggaz   cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggaz   Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall   Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle   I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet   before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet   I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open   Leave son chokin, gun still smokin   Know how many niggaz like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"   Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!