 Oh finally, finally (here we are)
And for good are the three, follow me
(it ain't far)
Even though if it was, you could
make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who they
are? (there they are)
A devil with the dorags be walkin',
now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (the
nature's back for)
Better than Disco (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-round)
Uh-Uh-Uh
Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false
flavor
It's a new day to play with a
neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now naugh-ty by nature by me
They want me to come and come up
faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, 'cos
they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the game
remains mine
I got more hooks than a fish line
Bite the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break
and shoot 'em in the face
Make way, (move), boy, you detest
me! (Huh, huh, huh)
I seen your last porno flick, it ain't
impress me
Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a
thought
(The only records that they got, are
the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fienin, spunky
Pin the tail on the donkey
(Bring that beat back)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
I do more poppin than a blockhead
Wreck the waxheads, I'm fed
(Go ahead, you retired tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track witha
new thought
You couldn't smoke blunts witha
match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again,
witha flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play like Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he co-
clean?
Doin' more scratchin than a funk and
a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get your
props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll
cuts off
Another renegade of rap will stop that
I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill
contract
I'm known for lettin' the ho's go, my
demo's all flow
When cursin' was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up 'cos I'm hot witha warm
hate
I won't stop, pop, 'til that head is
screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts so take
that clone
The only thing I take is the 8 to the
path home
And I take you all the way to the
north stop
Your style's more foul than a pork
chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
around the big clock, witha spot, tick-
tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't
mean jack (chill.....)
to a brother from down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains
funky
(Hmmm, and it's ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played with
playdough
The dough is real now, but you don't
feel how
Starvin hungry MC gets when
MC filet mignon is the fixin'
I'm starvin' up, it's time ta, call them
up, yup
Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and
cook the duck
Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet
And feel the threat of a real life
roughneck
Pin the tail on the donkey
Check (check), where you (where
you), at (at)
That another best will need a hard
vest for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?)
That's what I heard, yep
Three steps from a pit, boom, in his
chest
I never knew a nigga' really wanted
to die
Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me
eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was truly thru', dumb plus
the one
To meet the mighty one, call a bad
one
I rhyme about what I want to,
microphone 1-2
You're doin like Lasuran then a bomb
do
T.H.E. M.C. O.F. R.A.P. T.O. L.
(double O).K.
A.T. I.N. T.H.E. N.I.N.E. T.I.E., or
watch me S.C.
And I might stop to step to a
Sexy, fancy, prancy and dancy
No cosmo stomp, here's the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe
horn
Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya
Lookin' in nearer, cos' I don't fear ya
Some get too souped to the point
Where it's still too thick but still lick
thru and thru
Always wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style that's
wreckin' it (wreckin' it, wreckin' it...)
Pin the tail on the donkey (donkey,
donkey...)
What?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
What happened? It's like that?
We gonna rush you again
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
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