Shit, that makes me high      Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World   Bust your fuckin chops   Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves      [Incomprehensible]      See 'cause tonight is the night of all nights   Most people gather around to hear the show   That is comin' through your town      See my name is somethin' that you won't know   Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo   Other brothers come but never come back      So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin'   Is that if you fuck around   You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up   So don't fuck around, just lay down      I remember, not too long ago   I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show   Now I always wanted to get with the band   But niggaz was singin' they own songs   Bein' in they own worlds      So I guess I, I guess I   The terminology, the psychology   You still expect me to accept   Do what I say off the TV, Kay   With the button on record and the other on      Thus I press pause for a serious cause   To respect an intellect with this gratifying   Now that I'm ready, let the music begin   As I detect what I wrote with my      Through the time that I spent, money that I lent   Rap records went up just to bounce   Then became a new way to get paid   They said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one"      Then a brother get the feelin' that he want to play cool   You discombumberated, diabolical fool   Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud   Another 20th century, modern day      Cannibal, humanoid, underground   Chud broke loose from the goddamn   Dope-fiend addict why you walk with   Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome      When the MC's came to live out their name   Roast rockin' rhymes that was always   When I elevated and mastered the time   You was stimulated from the high post   You got shot because you knew you were rot      You're not the king of the diss, youse a queen of a bitch   And like a homosexual your ass always switch   Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass Gods   Got slob around your mouth, blue code in your eye      You can't smile, your teeth too gritty   Can't even move, drawers too shitty   You're shaped like a thistle   The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since      You duckin', suckin', motherfuckin' cold-hearted faggot   Sperm germs on your worm disintegrated maggots   Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot   Phony gold chains only rated two carats      You tell your friends that your home is like heaven   Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven   You wear your socks twelve days in a row   Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show      Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass   Claimin' on another sucka nigga in your class   You wanna battle?   Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your mind?   Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme      Swine on your mind, pork on your fork   Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York   Chain on your brain that drove you insane   When you tried to claim for the talent and the fame      Not in the game then still you came   Suffer the pain, as I demolish your name   Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV   Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I love'      Not a swine or dove from the heaven's up above   When I rap, people clap, so the pushers they shove   When I rhyme I get loose, better than Mother Goose   Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice   Like the two six eight politicians demonstrate      Now hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up   What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear   Is y'all can not fuck with me   I said y'all can't fuck with me      I wanna give a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door   Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk   Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack   For the niggaz who's here and the girls who's out there   Throw your hands in the air 'cause in this one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly      Get your ass in the house   Get your ass in the house, boy, I told you   Get your ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy   Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker   [Incomprehensible]   But when it come to fuckin' with you MC's