Verse 1: Dray

I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G

I mention to sling the slang wit me

And my man just like it's a frisbee

Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I flow like Phyllis

Hyman, when I'm rhymin I'm makin the papes like Simon

Says to, my second semester, I still be the best, though

I figgity fucked up Sanford and his son, now time for Esther

So hi-ho, I'm silver, I'm makin the papes when I kicks

The shit that'll make your mutt wanna

Lose his fleas, lice and his ticks

For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you'll get that ass kicked

So yibbidy yabber doozy, 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 Bo, Luke, or Daisy

I'm Swayze

Hook (x8):

(*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*)

Verse 2: Skoob

I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty

Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be

Rippin and flippin the tongue but some

Niggas don't seems to digs me

So I switch, B, like Billy Bixby, cause I'm the shit, G

Yoo hoo, dig see, they're tremblin in their Timberlands

I gremlin switch styles yo, oh I flow like adrenaline

Yikes man, the nigga is nice man, some thinkin I lost it

But I be icing crews with the flakes til they're frosted

So hip hip hooray, pardon me while I do a

New way to school a new J, touche

Holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks

Oh yes, and, send the rest in, peace to my 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 germs for sperm and makin babies

Hey ladies, I know my A-B's, I'm makin CDs

I heard you was eatin your spinach kid

You'd better be eatin your Wheaties

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 to rip a QB

Shooby dooby dooby, I do that too 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: Skoob

Hear ye, don't look any further G, see here he is

Still mic checkin shit, still Dead Serious

Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, what up with the static G?

I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creeps that's in your cavity

For real though, jumpin jalopies, ha, I'm rougher than hockey, ha

I drop these off-beat, cause my style is knock-kneed

So me-a my-a, I's flyer than the witch's sweeper

Jeepers, keep ya jump jumpin to it, like Aretha

I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant

Niggas tryin to hang but they can't

Gee willikins, I'm gettin ill again with the skill again

It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my Philly, friend

Hook (x8)