(Verse 1)
Motherf**, coming off soft
Cover homes that's about to go off
Like a rocket, like water in a socket
But harder, like your dick
Digging in them guts, better yet
Stuck up the bu*t, 'cause that's how you like it
Rather than mine, Eazy or Dre's
Yella, you're a bi, and you go both ways
b**h, motherf**er, goddam bi
Get out your tissue, 'cause I'm a make your a** cry
Yeah, I called you a b**h, and you know it, too
Pimple faced s**er, f** you!
You don't get no respect from your own damn crew
So what the f** you want from my hoe troop?
They call you a p**y, a punk, and a f*g
So a hoe put a label on your sissy a**
(Chorus)
Contagion, confusion and chaos
Miss me with that
The Conflict, Conflict
The Conflict, Conflict
(2X)
(Verse 2)
Now let me tell you about a lying MC
He goes by the name of Eazy motherf**ing E
He says he's a woman beater, but he's not a p**y eater
Hold on for a second while I sip on my 2 liter
Motherf** the art of s**ing dick
That little a** n***a s** a hell of a clit
My panties hit the ground, his head went down
Stuck his tongue up my p**y and he couldn't hear a sound
But then again, you know I wasn't bothered
'Cause all I said was s** it harder, s** it harder
He was s**ing my p**y, and licking my pearl
I'm running my fingers through his Jerry Curl
The goddam sh** was all in my nails
It was sticky and gummy, with a f**ed up smell
The curl activator made me sick
I'm just wondering if he curled the dick?
Now Ren, you're a sad a** case
A black motherf**er with an ugly face
Hard capping around like you're getting some ends
You can't pull a b**h unless you're driving a Benz
In case you didn't notice, down the way
You're the unknown member of NWA
They got your a** there just to fill a space
Because they needed that look of a monster face
(Chorus)
(4X)
(Verse 3)
Hold up, I've got something else to say
It's about this man they call Dr. Dre
It was something about you I couldn't pinpoint
But it came to me when I smoked that joint
I know your a** is strange, it's not quite right
You proved it to me by fighting a b**h that night
You picked up a chair, and bashed her head
Had it been me, your a**'d been dead
Throwing a nose, called your a** out
Michelle A, know what I'm talking about?
No more lies is the name of that hit
You're talking loud, but you ain't saying sh**
Try to come back with that old a** rap
f** the police, boy your a** should be slapped
You need to take lessons from a pimp producer
Dre, you ain't nothing but a motherf**ing loser
(Chorus)
(repeat and fade)