Chorus: repeat 2X      I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)   [Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self      Verse One: The Lady of Rage   I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must   It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust   So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap   And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap   Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time   When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine   Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a   This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a   lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate   Check it how I rock it   I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo   to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh   The capital R-A now take it to the G-E   I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me   I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style   For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child   No need to say mo', check the flow   Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know      Chorus      Verse Two: The Lady of Rage      Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") *Street Fighter sound*   Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed   So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up   I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks   So put your money on the bread winner   I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners   I got the tongue that is outdone anyone   from the rising to the setting of the sun   or the moon, I consume the room with doom   When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM   BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM!   I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks   get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk   of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em   Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah   I put that on my unborn kids   Rage in effect so you know how it is      Chorus 2X      Verse Three: The Lady of Rage      Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you   flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit   Ohh shit, I'm the shit!   You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie   I pi-ty the fool, that gets   with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!)   You wanna get with the wickedness? With that   big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason   You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy   are you ready for the cream de la creme?   I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up   I keep competitors stuck   in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up   like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real   That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA   (So what you gotta say?)      Chorus 2X      Huhh   I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)   I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)   (repeat 4X)      Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest   Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)   Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah)   Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)   Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest   I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!)      Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg      Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo'   The indo blow and the grass grow   Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe   But you gotta give credit when credit is due   Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl   The Lady Of Rage   She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs   Handcuffed and she busts   And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up   Y'know what I'm sayin?