[Method Man]

I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit...

Did I hear it?

Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] *in background repeating*

SUCK A DICK!!! 6x

SUCK MY DICK!!!

[Method Man]

And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't

It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop!

It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin

To burn bush in this rap session, once again

On the run be the Black Stallion

Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm

Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun

I'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH!

Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it

Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it

Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone

I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone

Danger zone, that's my life and my song

Keep it movin, hop along little doggies!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!!

Drive The Mack Cadillac

Dark shade the window all sunny and black

Pitch antenna back of the car

Inside is a TV, even a bar

Bulletproof down, safe and sound

Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around

Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride and I ?sing warm on my side?

Come to the Dirt Dog, is a tummy ride

*Laughs* Enter

[RZA]

Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split

The power of my brain, you can't fathom it

Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain

Don't EVER say thy God name in vain

My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe

Can record your words

And your lies and approach you

And have my Dogs come and Ghost you

When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you

[U-God]

Music makes me lose control

This is not just rock and roll

Hip hop digs right to the soul

Music makes me lose control

Wu-Tang, now we on a roll

On a rise, now here we go

Guaranteed to flip the show

RZA beats