Give 'em some skin (yeah), a real country bumpkin (huh)
Get up off his property, the Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkins (huh)
Dumpin', enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin' (yeah)
When he's on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin' (hehe)
Town village nympho, now it's all his though
The way she got down was far from privileged info (uh)
Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo' (huh)
Just from how she liked to show her belly button ring tho'
Couldn't tell em nothin', 5200, Atari, or Sega
Test tube L's with the lid, Garcia y Vega
His tongue is like a sword that's mighty like a pen
And you ain't seen nothin' like "The Mighty Quinn"
"Alrighty then!"
Seal the deal with the shakin' of a hand (huh)
People's catchin' feelings like it's "Making of the Band"
Villain have your fake man, quakin' in his Vans
When he do a jam, fans break dancin' in the stands
Chances are, he'll lose the battle and the war (yeah)
Tryin' to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar (ooh)
Shucks, he should have known 'em two schmucks
Would have came through the game
Lame ducks, off beaucoup bucks, now
Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water (fire water)
I advise all fathers to watch they daughters (watch they daughters)
It's goin' down tonight
We got monster's in the crowd
And they ready to fight (ready to fight)
Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water (fire water)
I advise all fathers to watch they daughters (ha-ah)
You know we keep tricks up the sleeve (yeah)
Comin' through with the Justice League
(But you don't hear me though)
I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat (yeah)
BMX got your guns, old folks got soap
Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley (you mother-)
Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap
I came up with cats (yeah), that never be smilin' (never smilin')
I called Doom he said meet him on Monsta' Island
Where the girls look good and the MCs be wildin' (wildin')
You can catch me in Valuer Suits, stylin'
With Lady Jaye holdin' hands with the Baroness (ha-ha)
Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes don't got nothin' on this
I got them "Go Go Gadgets" ("Go Go Gadgets")
So when the Cobra-La come through the floor
I'm puttin' snakes in baskets
We rhyme and do our thang
He's like Stymie from "Our Gang" (huh)
Guitar twang, try me, and "Wa Da Da Dang" (yeah)
I don't think you want to know
Even if you still do
And want me to, I'll tell you
But then I'd have to kill you
Will you? Please
It's like a grilled cheese sammich
Gotta bring the butter else the bread'll get damaged
Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire
If you ask nicely, and bring a glass
We'll share the last beer, here
After "The Cold Vein" and "Doomsday"
We don't need no pop
Revolution, we hit cops with judo chops
And all you see is red, black, and green (ha-ha)
Know I'm down for my team
They killed Radio Raheem!
Now I want to smoke a blunt
You know, blow off some steam?
Open my mouth like Godzilla
And all you see is light beams
This rap shit ain't all that it seems
You can leave it to the Supafriendz to spill the beans (yeah, yeah)
I'm goin' down in TIFY
Why try? (Ho, ho)
Can I get a witness?