[Verse 1]
Mother$#&@, coming off soft

Cover homes that's about to go off
Like a rocket, like water in a socket
But harder, like your dick

Digging in them guts, better yet
Stuck up the butt, 'cause that's how you like it
Rather than mine, Eazy or Dre's

Yella, you're a bi, and you go both ways
(*##$, mother$#&@er, goddam bi
Get out your tissue, 'cause I'm a make your $$# cry

Yeah, I called you a (*##$, and you know it, too
Pimple faced sucker, $#&@ you!
You don't get no respect from your own damn crew

So what the $#&@ you want from my hoe troop?
They call you a #~!!@, a punk, and a !@$)
So a hoe put a label on your sissy $$#


[Chorus]
Contagion, confusion and chaos

Miss me with that
The Conflict, Conflict
The Conflict, Conflict

[x2]

[Verse 2]

Now let me tell you about a lying MC
He goes by the name of Eazy mother$#&@ing E
He says he's a woman beater, but he's not a #~!!@ eater

Hold on for a second while I sip on my 2 liter
Mother$#&@ the art of sucking dick
That little $$# ^!$$% suck a hell of a !@$%

My panties hit the ground, his head went down
Stuck his tongue up my #~!!@ and he couldn't hear a sound
But then again, you know I wasn't bothered

'Cause all I said was suck it harder, suck it harder
He was sucking my #~!!@, and licking my pearl
I'm running my fingers through his Jerry Curl

The goddam %#@! was all in my nails
It was sticky and gummy, with a $#&@ed up smell
The curl activator made me sick

I'm just wondering if he curled the dick?
Now Ren, you're a sad $$# case
A black mother$#&@er with an ugly face

Hard capping around like you're getting some ends
You can't pull a (*##$ unless you're driving a Benz
In case you didn't notice, down the way

You're the unknown member of NWA
They got your $$# there just to fill a space
Because they needed that look of a monster face


[Chorus x4]


[Verse 3]
Hold up, I've got something else to say
It's about this man they call Dr. Dre

It was something about you I couldn't pinpoint
But it came to me when I smoked that joint
I know your $$# is strange, it's not quite right

You proved it to me by fighting a (*##$ that night
You picked up a chair, and bashed her head
Had it been me, your $$#'d been dead

Throwing a nose, called your $$# out
Michelle A, know what I'm talking about?
No more lies is the name of that hit

You're talking loud, but you ain't saying %#@!
Try to come back with that old $$# rap
$#&@ the police, boy your $$# should be slapped

You need to take lessons from a pimp producer
Dre, you ain't nothing but a mother$#&@ing loser


[Chorus]
[repeat and fade]