Now this sh*t’s about to kick off, this party looks wack Let’s take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch I’m ’bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back That’s why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-hag
Just like I did with addiction I’m ’bout to kick it Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets Got ‘em still on the fence ready to pick it But quick get impaled when I tell ‘em stick it
So sick I’m looking pale, well that’s my pigment ’bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick Let’s bring it back to that vintage Slim, b*tch! The art of the MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I don’t mean Stimpy’s friend, b*tch Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, b*tch
Take your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berserk), all night long Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berserk), all night long