[Intro]

"There!"

"Fancy looking fellow isn't he?"

"Wait a minute, I've seen him somewhere before..."

"A-ha!"

[Chorus]

"Savagely attack.."

"Savagely attack.."

"Savagely attack.."

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

I'm sickly, flow quarantined by the CDC

Heads nod, pressure on your neck like a DDT

Beat Street Ramo, spitting on your name

Rhymes travel underground like it's written on a train

My position in the game, top dog, rock hard

Fuck with everybody in your hood, just not y'all

Basic, live broadcast from the ER

We are talk of the town without the PR

Savagely attack this, rap master craftsman

Pack 'em in, twistin' on the floor like a backspin

After him, y'all will have to deal with the son of Deck

One of the best that hasn't done it yet

Killa Bee chopping up the track like a Dilla beat

Professor X couldn't test my ability

I cave the motherfucking roof like heavy snow

Act like I told you before, y'all already know

[Chorus]

"Savagely attack"

"Savagely attack.."

"Savagely attack.."

"Savagely attack.."

"Now an attack is made..."

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

Ayo, yo, E-S reps, I wrote this in a GS Lex '95

To get that '90s vibe

My melody, high and low fidelity darts

My whole team, 7:30 like when Jeopardy starts

I can't call it, unless we call my style diabolic

I'm a write-a-holic, I drink ink 'til I vomit

I think 'til I'm catatonic, in sync with a bag of chronic

I'm bringing the mad demonic style all these rappers wanted

I'm the CZAR of bizarre bars, cut you like a scimitar

Wichita state, X-Man'll execute you

You a dead man, God willing, I'm an odd villain

Getting top billing, with my squad chilling

"Blood on the Tracks" like Bob Dylan, die like a mob killing

We already know the ropes, we be stepping over ropes

Andre the Giant looking down at you local folks

Okey-doke, motorized vocals, yeah I practice

Raised on a tape the same color as Galactus

[Chorus]

"Savagely attack"

"Savagely attack.."

"Savagely attack.."

"Savagely attack.."

"Hello, Mr. Ghost, we meet again, eh?"

Yeah, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

Look out, attack like a nigga on bath salts

Eat his face off, leave his body on asphalt

Rampant, run through your town on attack mode

Savagely leave 'em broomsticked in the asshole

Cobra Clutch, the ickiest stick to the dutch skin

Throw a mask on, and go in, go in

I'm a terror tuck a GEM/STAR in the New Era

Walk around with two bats like I'm Yogi Berra

Or Marv from Sin City rockin' robes as a trench

My two weapons black have you ducking under the bench

The stench of dead bodies, thoughts of a mutilation

Bring you closer to God in a tight situation

Or thrown in the back of the truck, a sanitation

I'm ruthless, my technique is Chinese torture

No IVs hanging out of your vein to support ya

Everybody's talking about how the Ghost caught ya

Have a 5-year-old kill your ass for a quarter

[Outro]

"At Tony Stark's office, there is a new development..."

"Ironman...? Ironman...?

Red alert

Red alert"