Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts   If you need to get high, there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment   I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's fucked up   And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty   Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask   Calmly put your hands between your legs   And kiss your black ass goodbye!!      I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas   When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus   My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground   Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches   The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER   Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas   My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin   I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin   I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex   blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex   Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches   Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches   Woo! I just don't give a FUCK   I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia   Travel around my curse universe   I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert   Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit   Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it   Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus   I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus   Noorotic, my style format rocks the project   I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic   Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your   funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing   Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin?   Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen      I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder   I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma   They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually   They got factories with little dolls named after me   But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere   pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin   Newark New Jersey's what I represent   Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh   My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home   and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in   Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with   Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District   So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck   Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag   Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit   The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden   Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast   Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast   voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets   PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers      Hold hold hold, wait wait wait   Let me school this bitch   Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this   *sounds of sex*   And come back on the mic?      I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots   On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots   Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly   Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me   Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back   and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack   Cause I'm nasty like that