Meanwhile back at the ranch   We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg   Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars      I don't need a glock 'cause I'm not a hard rock   Got bitches on my jock like New Kids On The Block   I can't lose like Parker Lewis I'm undefeated   Step into my sector homeboy you'll get greeted      By the 380 Colt Mustang in my pocket   I had a few drinks already don't make me cock it   'Cause if I have to cock it well then it's gettin' shot   And if it's gettin' shot well yo you're gettin' bucked down      I don't fuck around I ain't got time for punks   But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts   Stunts gather round check out the sound   And let's get down to do the nasty freaky funky stinky junky      Let's bump uglies in the night time between the sheets   'Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats   The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom   Now gimme the track or with the fat back doom      Now gimme some room and I'll explode   Cock back my hammer then squeeze off my load   So hit the road Jack and don't come back no more   Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core      Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches   On stage I get wrecked and I collect my riches   I get the funky style and like gomer pile   You'll be surprise, surprise, surprise as I      Rise to the top fuck a punk cop   I'm always hip hop only a pimple goes pop   So you better quit zit I came to rip shit   Blastin' with the soul assassins      Askin' the question teachin' the lesson   Bringin' the West Coast back to the East Coast   Where it all started what're you retarded   You're startin' to trip from that Jheri Curl drip   Soakin' in your brain the house of pain   Is causin' pain and feelin' pain so feel it      Just feel it, feel it   Just feel it   C'mon y'all, feel it      Back to the rhyme I'm always on time   A lime to a lemon yo a lemon to a lime   I rock the old school style and it's futile   To step up 'cause you'll get swept up like dust      Or I just might bust and unload my clip   Unless you're a punk then I'll just pop you in the lip   And show you the deal now how did that feel   You know I'm killin' any pig that squeals      I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes   And I got a subsciption of High Times   Son Dooby's in the back   The Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track      My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut   When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut   So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky   When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or Mickeys      I'll put your head out just like a fuckin' Marlboro   Don't fuck with me punk you know that I'm thorough   Bred like a race horse right in your face force   Feedin' you beats straight off the streets      So catch, me catch me, if you can   You know I'm the man like chewbacca knows han   Solo, bolos are what I'll be throwin'   When I be flowin' I get the job done      'Cause I'm number one the prodigal son   I left and I came back but not with the same rap   And not with the same style I'm known to get buck wild   The luck of the Irish, spreads like a virus, so feel it      Feel it, just feel it   Feel it, just feel it   Feel it, just feel it   Feel it, c'mon on y'all, feel it   Just feel it, c'mon on