[Intro]

Ah shit

Haha

To the beat that makes you move

To the beat that makes you move

Uh

Check it

[Verse 1]

Who the hell said I couldn't kick the ho? Kick a poodle when the thought hit the noodle somethin'

Told me I could pull the Yankee Doodle off the pony

With your phony razza matazza

Yo, bro, we know that sounds faker than your girl's orgasm

I flew up above and over the cuckoo's nest (Ooh-wee)

When I was young, I'm lookin' under my teacher's dress

Sink your battleship or shall I say your tongue, bro

Now you're just a has been like Isaac on the love boat

Battin' down me hatches, who's on me poop deck?

Is that George Bush? He's having an orgy, that's group sex

With Dan Quayle, Mr. Fernick, Large Marge

Feelin' Stella, David Duke and then El DeBarge

For the helter skelter, Alka-Seltzer

Block fizz, I blow up, find your bomb shelter

Helped a old lady cross the street first

And then she gotta call me a moody, so I snatched her purse

[Chorus]

And is it gettin' rough enough?

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Oh no, time to go

Dred Scott just stole your show

Oh no, time to go

Dred Scott just stole your show

[Verse 2]

Flabergasted ya 'cause I blasted through, oh

Flip me bigger dick and pick me basket too, so

Tried to stop me, all you did was motivate me, fool

I'm making a kid with laryngitis singin' Yodel-Lay-Hee-Hoo

Bury suckers in the cemetery even with your crew

I'll wet your tombstone with my nice yellow body fluid

I see Def Diamond eatin' black folks like steak so

I guess that's why they be callin' Devil's food chocolate cake, oh

Make a brother sellout, what would that be costin'?

Not even six million like my man Steve Austin

Catch an old flick, every now and then but not too much of that

'Cause the black and whites are more white than black

See back in the day I used to bump the Rumpelstiltskin

Body like a knife trapped inside a man's body

How I flow the Smith & Wesson, delicatessen even when I'm chill

I'm smackin' more skinheads than Benny Hill

[Chorus]

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is the kid rough enough?

Oh no, time to go

Dred Scott just stole your show

Oh no, time to go

Dred Scott just stole your show

[Verse 3]

Pick a nap, any nap and I'll break your comb, critter

I was molested by this cute babysitter

At the age of eight, nah, don't push me, punk

I tie your dick to a shoestring and make you bungee jump (Haha)

Off a cliff, take a sniff of the funky fragrance

What I'm sayin' right now might not make sense (Uh)

But it's makin' dollars from here to Tel Aviv (Uh, uh)

I'm lootin' more than Ali Baba and his Forty Thieves (Uh, haha)

I get Evil like Knievel, much browner than Charlie

So yo, punk, I let your head bob like Marley

With the master cool, smooth brother kickin' the flav

Makin' more tracks than a runaway slave

A bum rap? Nah, never I'm takin' the powder

Just keep the drum fatter than my man Albert

As I proceed to pump the funny dummies, I'm the nutty bun that killed the punk

And then I swept him up with the broom, heal the funk

If was milk I'd get the paper, and yo, I wouldn't care

If sex is fast food, I'm comin' to Mickey D's in my underwear

Share and share alike, I don't gotta fight

To get the last lick, you know I always swing the last dick

Grab the Star-Spangled Banner

Singin' old John Wayne, I'm more like a John Coltrane

Swingin' used to get respect, I cash my check then beat them down solo

You wear your socks like turtlenecks

[Chorus]

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is it gettin' rough enough?

Is the kid rough enough?

Oh no, time to go

Dred Scott just stole your show

Oh no, time to go

Dred Scott just stole your show

[Outro]

Is the world rough enough?

Is the ghetto rough enough?

Is the AIDS rough enough?

Is the crack rough enough?

Is the LA rough enough?

Is the New York rough enough?

Is Chicago rough enough?

Yeah, drop the best out

Disco is in the house

Kool Cat is in the house

Simon O is in the house

AJ is in the house

Yo, Bilal is in the house

Mike Silver is in the house

Yeah, flowin' off like that

For the freestyle at the end of the ride

Move back, move back, don't step up

But when I flow to the rhythm, yo, you get swept up

But when you—with the funk, with the funk, with the, with the—