[Hook]
Let the madness begin n***a, let it begin
Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin
Let it begin let it begin
Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin
[Verse 1: Rock, Ruck]
A-yo run for your guns me and son coming through
Rock Ruck you and you crew f** the boys in blue
This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam
Cause we send 'em home with crazy slugs in they dome
Blown out the frame by the Rock, Mr. Flipster
sh**'s Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter
Right by your side with my eyes on the posse
I see duke in red he said he wanna drop me
Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap sh**
sh** take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel
Two to his cheek cause he weak so's his jaw
n***a played hisself fronting like he hard to the core
More I hear p**y talk more I want flip
See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip
Strip to your drawers run your dough and your j**els
Tool's co*ked it ain't April 1st but I'm breaking fool
Warn punk n***as test Rock it's like touching live wire
Catch a shock to your knot
From a Glock that I pop, you don't want it with the Rock
Better duck dumb f**s you're out of luck
You got caught by the Ruck
First of all, n***as don't know jack, my flow's fat
So fat, my gat splat at n***as who claim that my sh**'s wack
You don't know I thought you knew it
Too late b**h you blew it
Now I'mma bang your sh** up like I was Lennox Lewis
One, two, three four five
Six seven eight n***as, oh sh** where's my nine
Mil I drill fine sk**s into your mental
Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not
You must mistake me for a s**er type of motherf**er
Might lose his life, cause I'm trife in the night
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ruck]
What's the deal n***a? Set it off in the dark
I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark
The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked
Keep it real my clique roll thick like Hasidics
Plus, I be there like Jackson, breaking your backs and
Asking who want more, that's when my gat spin
So chump chill 'fore my pump k**
You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill
The lyrical whatever, cause whatever is lyrical
I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical
Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps
You yapping 'bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets b**h
This n***a Ruck is f**ing crazier than ten n***as
I send n***as to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend n***as
So what? p**y bring it on
Word is bond, Sean got songs that's mad strong
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rock]
Listen, another n***a bluffing
Punk f** discussion, when you see me get to snuffing
You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break
Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache
So take your monkey a** to the rear
Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square
Yeah my bra** knuckles make your knees buckle
What duke I lay more n***as flat out on they back than a s*ut do
Who knows what you seem to be, I didn't gas you
But you can keep it moving 'fore I beat your ga**ed a**
You punk ba*tard, you could get the gat quick
Or your a** kicked, that dry sh** your lips spit, get the Chapstik
Or a fat dick and that's it
Heltah Skeltah, letting the brains blow and that's if we
[Hook]