Verse one: tash I hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose The n***a flippin more styles than snapple got juice Cause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky Than a n**y pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle Kickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo Live at the apollo, they still couldn't do it Cause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three] Too much olde e will make you pee As you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey Get with the clippers never nappy like misty I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas Tha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic Get with the crew that's flowin like likwit Verse two: j-ro Every night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie Cause they know i'm packin more sh** than bandini The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins E-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon [ain't no party like a alkaholik party] So don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit [ah yeah, ah yeah] yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder One two one two yeah just like that, yo Yo, [flowin like likwit] Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like likwit Owwwwww, king tee Verse three: king tee Here comes the lik, or should i say likwit As i gets funky on a track that my n***a e-swift did Rollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper Run of the mill sk**s got your neck in the noose But hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short Big ballin n***a playin rhymes like a sport Wicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit Verse four: j-ro You ain't got enough sk**, to fill up a cup So n**y won't you just shut the [hold up] The girls call me dookie man cause i'm the sh** can't you smell son I gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson I can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers I gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers We got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the .... [hell motherf**in yeah]