[Intro] [Sample from the Arnold Schwarzenegger movie 'The Running Man']
"Do you know who I am?"
"I've seen you before. You're the a**hole on T.V."
[Verse One]
I'm from the Gunshine State so my gun must shine
I'm trying to impregnate Beyonce's sister just one mo' time
So, take a toke of this, you won't be breathing well
I'm all about biscuits and trees, like a Keebler Elf
I snuff bikers, give a f**, ride a unicycle
With plush tires right through the offices of Ruff Ryders
Here's a thug reminder; a cool quick tip
You belong in the ladies room because you be on some b**h sh**
I'll never stop writtin' rhymes like this
(Cause) Show you what a point blank shot to the ribs (does)
You seen those holes those shells made?
You a hotel maid
Cause all you do is fold and that's so gay
I tried to kick a field goal
I missed the ball my shoe flew off
And hit you in the f**in' head with a steel toe (sorry)
For real though, I got this underground bullsh**
Wrapped around my finger
There's not a rapper or a singer that's quite as ill as I am
Pop out your eyes and scramble them b**hes next to my bacon in my frying pan
I was a stick-up kid
It was f**ed up but fun
(Why?)
Cause I used a Nintendo Duck Hunt gun
f** 'em
[Scratch Hook] [x4]
"Step to me, better step correctly
Cause I'mma break your jaw if you disrespect me"
"Get on the mic
Get on the mic god damn it" [x4]
[Verse Two]
Pull up right next to you at the drive through
I ain't here to buy food stupid, no tellin' what I might do
Lick a shot, speed off, with the perfect timin'
Yeah the tires Screech, no it ain't Dustin Diamond
You f**ers s** at rhymin'
Weak impostors I've been iller
You're Ben Stiller, it's time to Meet The Fockers
You don't greet me proper
I'mma slam your head, motherf**er face down, flat into a greasy saucer
Pa** the cheese and salsa, I'm makin' nachos
I told you I'mma make it rain so b**h bring a poncho
I'm the best at war, that's what the hecklar for
Play me like it's chess and I'm smack you with a checker board
You should check my rapport, it's quite impressive baby
This year I'm eatin' real meal like filled with extra gravy
You was an extra for a lady in a cheap film
In a nasty scene and left the camera lens with skeet film
Without a doubt, yeah you know what we're about
You love sausage so much, when you talk you spit sauerkraut
Yeah, ha ha
When you talk you spit sauerkraut out your mouth, beeotch
[Scratch Hook] [x4]
"Step to me, better step correctly
Cause I'mma break your jaw if you disrespect me"
"Get on the mic
Get on the mic god damn it" [x4] - Big Daddy Kane
[Bridge]
If you're gonna step, step correctly
I got the microphone sk**s, God's blessed me
So if you're gonna step, step correctly
Mista Sinista tell 'em who I'm gon' get to have the best beats