[Verse 1: Madd] Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up a plate A Styled linguistics flowing at a smooth rate Commotion, the notion that we need to settle Look who called the kettle black so don't you mettle Jack I was turning now I'm done turning other cheeks You had your time to beef now let Madd like speak You're just a Honey Nut, Honey Nut Cheerio I pour some rhymes in and now you're soggy yo 'Cause while I'm shriveling you be getting fatter They swing me M A Double but my sh** gets madder than that You run the flam so you think that you're a pisser You picked the wrong one, so cool it Mister Blisters, that's what you got on your doubly bubbly lips You need some Campho-Phenique before you try to dip On this dye you talking Jimmie Walker Ain't got Good Times on this, so stop your gawkin' [Verse 2: OaTie Kato] Well it's me the rhymer, me the poem sayer Me the funky dunkin' blubber b-ball player Never a slayer of the same genre propster I never wanted to be a gangster or a mobster And never a copster eating lobster on the take a Saying goodness saka to the humble honest Quakers Breaker the bump like a crystal coffee creamer Tell me how you can school me if you was born in a beamer Dreamer American, cream of the very land Stolen from the Indians and brothers like Farrakhan Trifle, it's not like a flick starring Fievel Stifle, I won't, I'd join the bloods with the rifles Like Eiffel, the tower, I observe the oppression Pissy (pissy) poor, here's a white boy's confession Twister, you vicing, the labor of this mission George you got a lot of piss but wrong pot to piss in [Hook] You got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in Got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in Got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in Got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in [Verse 3: Swayzack] David Duke you better put yours up or get koofed Pa**ing him up, but he out of luck with no proof, yeah Missed the pot 'cause you forgot about the hippahopper But Jack-in-the-box pulled out the stops You know my piss is hotter It takes a lot for you to get through if you don't pursue the truth 'Cause I got a crew and if you get new I'm gonna turn it loose So here's your noose, I made it white to match your wack a** hood And watch your back 'cause Swayzack reacts damn good I think you better get respect and correctly sort it out Because we don't want to have to let Willie Horton out My man Rodney King would love a swing If Yusef Hawkins was walking he'd say the same thing Go stand in the ring and burn a cross Your own hate fire transpired to burn your hoods off Step off or pay the cost for not listenin' That's when you lost, you picked the wrong pot to piss in [Hook] You got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in Got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in Got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in Got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to piss in