[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

Yeah, you see I’m buzzin’ now

Shovel in hand, I dug from the underground

Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds

They used to run they mouth, shit, they Daffy Duckin’ now!

Came out spittin', first photo shoot was my ultrasound

Throwin’ up my middle fingers in my mother’s uterus

Spittin’ fire off a the top, Mount Vesuvius

Always caught disturbin' the peace, they said I was ludicrous

Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, bitch

Smart guy like Taj Mowry, eatin’ pot brownies

On the run for killin' beats until the fuckin’ cops found me

On the loose again, apple juice and gin

Outmaneuverin’ my enemies, leave ‘em with sutures in

Cut ‘em up, cause my flow is sharper than Excalibur

Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to these challengers

Gladiator in the flesh, swingin' for your fuckin' neck

Slicin' up these beats, while you bitches can even cut a check

Up next, final stop, success, like…

Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, hold on...

You gots to teach these boys how to rap..

Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap, it's WACK!

You got to show them the multi-syllable schemes

You got to show them the air-tight flow

You got to show them, them punchlines

Now get on in there and do your thing, son!

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Everything I do, I do it with heart

Werewolf with a full moon in the dark

Tear a fuckin' human apart, I’m stupidly smart

Started on the east, but my music made a westward expansion

Somethin' like Lewis and Clark, climbin' up the musical charts

And me fallin' off?, that’s like Bullseye from Daredevil losin' in darts

I’m just a crazy motherfucker

Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherfucker

I’m lyrically inclined, put my spirit in my rhymes

Veins pumpin’ Hip-Hop, you can hear it in my lines

Rollin’ with a bunch of goons, everyday we grindin’ on

And we all spark, you can catch me up on Cybertron

I am on everything, Bad Meets Evil-er

That’s just how the cookie crumbles, motherfuckin' Keebler!

Mark my teachers words, they told me that I should be mature

But now that my pockets beefed up, I’m never goin' vegan, sir

Grindin’ ‘till the fuckin’ day I stop breathin', word!