One for the tremble. Two for the bass Three get ready, let's rock this place! Jumping out the cock pit On my rock ship Stocked with the hot shit All you high pitched bushwick bandits Fucked up Cause my ship just landed I'm cracking them bones Cracking them high-hats Straight to the dome With the modified Flex double feature Came here to eat ya After I teach ya You can never make it Or escape from my snake pit Pure venom to eliminate fake shit. Hissin', pissin' blood Two more fangs in the necks of you lifeless thugs. No way I'm gonna sit back I'm gonna cut the chit-chat Break off your kit kat Suckers can't seem to get Then this attack I'ma showin' up To take you to your motherfuckin...