(feat. GP Wu, K-Tez)
[Intro:]
Yeah!!
[Chorus:]
Pa** it off I wanna flip (I got the loaded clip)
Pa** it off and move back (I'm reachin in my napsack)
Pa** it off I wanna flip (Let me show you how)
Pa** it off then buck for Staten Isle
[Rubbabandz]
My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk
Don't need a girl who be traps like a ho
Which means I'm baggin b**hes, my rhymes is gettin fatter
I dropped a lyrical bomb, y'all seem to scatter
You talk and chit chatter, it really don't matter
I'm too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter
I'm a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw
Underground sounds that I rip from the core
The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss
Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch
Got a short fuse, when I'm lit I'm outta touch
I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
Missile for bob-around s**as like a pistol
You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now that's a riddle
I like to keep my style pumpin on the regular
I'm the man, takin calls like I'm on a cellular
I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage
On one hand I'm rough and on the other hand I'm rugged
[Chorus]
[K-Tez]
Pa** it off to the right so I can flip kid
Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill sh**
Wu-Tang slang I'm puttin in your brain
You don't want it, they don't want it, n***az don't want it
Don't flex boy because my sh** is real
I'm sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh)
Everyday is get rough out in my town
That's Staple-town
Every other day a body's found, yo
Got mad stacks, don't even move kid I'm strapped
Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack
Here's a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted
And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan
[Down Low Recka]
Now here we go, I'm back for mo' check the flow
Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show
Cause n***az is borin, ohh you got me yawnin
You come and go easy like a Sunday mornin
Pa** the method, I wanna get blunted
That's how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted
So I brung it, pa** the mic, watch me tongue it
Now you done it
Tried to flip then you fronted
[Chorus]
[Shyheim]
Well I'm a bad little ba*tard how can you ask it
Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted
And dropkicked by a n***a that's mad sick and wicked
Got more skins than a click kid
A rebel that switch his level just like a devil
For those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovel
Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block
I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot
Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground
With a fat sound that funk like James Brown
I hope you listen cause I wasn't babblin no mission
A blank eye then run outta ammunition
On your a** real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted
So heed the words from the bad little ba*tard
[Chorus x2]