Verse 1: Dray
  I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G
  I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee
  Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like Willis
  Heiman, when I'm rhymin I'm makin the pape's like Simon
  says ta, my stick it ta master, I still be the best-a
  I figgity [fuck] the flame but in the sun, now time for Esther
  So hi-ho I'm Silver, I'm makin the pape's when I kicks
  the [shit] that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his
  ticks
  For the chicks, I be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks
  So yibbida yabber yoozy, [fuck] that floozy Suzy Chapstick
  So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy
  I'm swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like ???? on Daisy
  I'm swayze
  Hook (x8):
  (*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*)
  Verse 2: Books
  I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
  Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
  rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
  so I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby cos I'm the [shit], G
  U hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands
  I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
  Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin I lost it
  but I hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it
  So hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do a
  new way to school a new jay, you say
  "Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks"
  Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops
  Hook (x8)
  Verse 3: Dray
  Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back
  rippin the hip-hop, Penelope pitstop
  Doin the bitin, the shit I be writin, you're givin me rabies
  They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies
  Hey ladies, I know A-B's, I'm makin CD's
  I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your
  Weeties
  Comprendo, so let your friends know I'm losin my noodle
  cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils
  I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a QB
  Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G
  So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
  Hangin loosely, oh yes G, niggas be tryin to test me
  Hook (x8)
  Verse 4: Books
  Hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is
  Still mic checkin [shit], still Dead Serious
  Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G?
  I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
  For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, I'm robbin that hockey huh
  I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
  So me and my-a, I's flyer then the witches sweeper
  Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like Aretha
  I Boogie Bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
  Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't G
  Will agains, I'm gettin elegant with the skill again
  It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my philly friend
  Hook (x8)