The hype's got me, I knock em out the box then out socks
Cause winicumuhround, ^!$$%z skate like the rocks
My block...'s hot, so gimme all you got

When I'm done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop
My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak
I rub ^!$$%z out like Ajax now hit the playback

Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts
I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out
Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye

Starvin since the days of Kindergarten
When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
Blow %#@! up like the 4th of July, with half sticks

And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong
I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb
I'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down

I'm representin Jersey mother$#&@er, winicumuhround

Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget

(Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo $#&@ it, bust it
The top, notch, look over your sess spots
Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops

Burn more steam than carpet cleaners
I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor
Boom-bash I set it off (right right)

I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights
My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
The funk butter cup, cause I'm a !@$( at robbin

I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up
Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter
Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom

Y'all ^!$$%z couldn't see me if y'all had zoom
I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum
Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound mother$#&@er


The way I get wreck y'all ^!$$%z call it mic check
I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz

With a pad and a pen I blend funky images
That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and
three years move along there's nothing to see here

If I wasn't nice mother$#&@er I wouldn't be here
Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHER!#@*ER WE CAN BACK IT

Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
The sound makes your brains wet
with The Color Purple on a freight train

The devil's the conductor
Then take a trip to the darkside mother$#&@ers
My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn

I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian
Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's
And other alien type of MC's

So throw your %#@! up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live
Like one-two-five
I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge

And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround mother$#&@er