[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