[Chorus 1]
On and just on, and [x10]


I'm a swing it
Wach me bring to the next level
To grab DeNevel's

Getting funky like the devil
Brothers from the Bijou
So why you wanna trip

Just play the side lines
Kid, and wait for me to slip
Cause I can feel it in the ait tonight

But yo I'm not Phil Collins
Or, unlike Henry Rollins
Cause I'm search and destroy

You wanna toy wit the plot
Tryin to get what I got
You might get- shot

Hot damn manna's son
Ya got ebonics
They teach ya how to write

I'm writing like I'm hooked on phonics
Mother goose aint got %#@! on me
Cause I'll get loose at the jam

And wreck the whole party
I make 'em jump and mosh
Oh my gosh

Just slammin in the pit
While I'm kickin my %#@!
They buggin in the isles

Cause I got madd styles
And aint a damn thing funny
I get money in piles

Some poeple thought I'd die
Thats just a rumour, though
Others thought I'd follow up

But now I'm numero-
Uno, Dos, not Quatro
Word to Kool Keith

I'm a break up ya teeth

When I die, Bury me (me)

Hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree)
Let them git ripe
Then take a bite

And if they don't taste right
Then dont blame D


You need to quit swingin,
The styles that I'm bringin
The Funk knuckled dragon

Who gits on the wagon
I'm not the 12 stepper
Dont play me like a lever

My mike sounds nice
But it's not salt and pepper


Well it's the man
With the plan
To get all your skins

The tip on my dick
Is where the line begins
Wit all those former lines

Take off that swine
I'll git your $$# Butt-naked
Lets see if you can take it

Cause I'll make you feel
Like a natural woman
Cause I keep it comin

I'm the everlastin'
Free style $$#asin
With soul in my goal

Is to bring a little passion
To your girl's life
like the daily soaps

Throw down on the bed
And tie her up with ropes

[Chorus 2]
The Lyrics keep on and just on and

The Lyrics keep on and just on and
The Lyrics keep on and just on and
On and just on and on and just on and [x2]

[Chorus 1]


I'm just another ranger with the Derry face
Punk mother$#&@er in the prime of my race
You need step back, kid
And give me some space

and rock the cold shot
At the party
When I'm rockin the place
Danny Boy's arrivin
With the standar 65

In the heft dont laugh kid
The graft is survivin
The out law bike
With my (*##$ thats on the
Highway to hell
Cause I never tell


Well it's the funk back breaker
Weeded up like Jamaica
Dont bring your woman to the party
Cause I'll taker
Hit the deck
Cause I'm down wit the hoolies

I got a trunk
Full of funk
Like the Groovey Doolies
I'm not the man
Brotha asked who was he
Quik's got the hair do
Just like Ruth Buzzy

runnin' round
Like you been to jail, son
But ya hit the swatly
To get your hair and your nails done
Get off my sack
Cause your %#@! is wack
Ya diss me

And I'm a diss you back

[Chorus 1 (x2)]