Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
why'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit
I'm not with that..

Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X -- the man
I'ma show you how to get wreck
The right way, not the wrong way
Watch me when I do this, pay attention

Check it out
Shut up! Step back! That picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss
I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin like that homey Mark Spitz
How can you put up a fox, against an ALLIGATOR
I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or Later
I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka
Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother
I make MC's go,