What's the matter with your life

Why you gotta mess with mine

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat

I'll beat a biter down with an aluminum bat

There's no one syllable or phrase

That can adequately describe this new craze

Get me on the court and I'm trouble

Last week fucked around and got a triple double

Not from the old school or the new

Applaud the boom, do what you want to

I get money, money I got

Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot

Peace to this one and that one and them

That's the way I shout and I didn't miss one friend

I'm like the second plane that made the towers face off

That shit that let you know its really not a game dog

I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking

King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking

Have you ever seen a show with fellas on the mic

With one minute rhymes that don't come out right

For any MC in any 52 states

I get psycho killer Norman Bates

Do dat do dat do do dat dat dat

Do dat do dat do do dat dat dat

Your real name is probably Bradworth or Bennett

Your verbal baggage ain't got nothing in it

Now Kurtis Blow, Run DMC

You haven't heard a rap till you heard it from me

I'm the baddest rapper in history

And there will be no more after me

We have no time for suckers

Who bite with their lowers and their uppers

You think that you're rockin, but you're not hip hoppin

So you best stop jockin at the masters

Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless

Feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace

Allah o akbar and throw em some hot cars

Things we see on the screen are not ours

How many people die over these dead green guys

Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise

I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins

I'm tired of committing so many sins

The fence is too high to jump in jail

Too low to dig I might just touch hell hot

A firing squad sensed the danger

When they're stung by the rapping ranger

Mine eyes have seen the glory

Of the underground category

Can you feel it, nothin can save you

For this is the season of catching the vapors

I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor

And help the damn revolution come quicker

I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Criminal minded, you've been blinded

Looking for a style like mine, you can't find it

This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta-ta

Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right

Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight

Now Kurtis Blow, Run DMC

You haven't heard a rap till you heard it from me

I'm the baddest rapper in history

And there will be no more after me

We have no time for suckers

Who bite with their lowers and their uppers

You think that you're rockin, but you're not hip hoppin

So you best stop jockin at the masters

Here's a murder rap to keep you dancin

With a crime record like Charles Manson

Nobody's shootin, my body's made of hand grenade

Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissin a razor blade

E F F E C T

A smooth operator operating correctly

How dare you ever try to step on my Suede shoes

Top Gun shut down your firm like Tom Cruise

E F F E C T

A smooth operator operating correctly

Neon king kong standin on my back

Can't stop to turn around broke my sacrophiliac

My oven is on high when I roast the quail

Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale

Sour baby ballin like a fetus

Sock on my cock like I'm Anthony Kiedis

The Lord raised Michaelangelo from the dead

So he can make a fresh painting of my head

Breaks to win and breaks to lose

But these here breaks will rock your shoes

It's Christmas time in Hollis, Queens

Mom's cooking chicken and collard greens

Three 14 inch rims is running on the side

They riding on the side

Yeah, they running on the side

Three 14 inch rims is running on the side

They riding on the side

Yeah, they running on the side

Poppin', sockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop

Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'

Dance to this fix and flex every muscle

Space can be filled if you rise like my lumber

Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle

Shake, rattle, roll to my magic number

Now Kurtis Blow, Run DMC

You haven't heard a rap till you heard it from me

I'm the baddest rapper in history

And there will be no more after me

We have no time for suckers

Who bite with their lowers and their uppers

You think that you're rockin, but you're not hip hoppin

So you best stop jockin at the masters