[Intro - RBX]

And like my cousin Debbie (leffhler?) always said

It ain't X, it ain't over

It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings, can you hear her?

Alright now, here we go

[Verse 1 - Extreme]

Come on everybody get up out yo' seat

And boogie to the drums of the (dog?) star beat

Listen while I flip it and rip it

(Shippin?) exhibit X

That shit that you don't know what's coming next

I flex no free sex get checks and check chicks

Hookers and tramps, the party be amped by crews and cliques

Minus the uzis and clips, pocket full of chips

God turn up the funk and pump it from the mothership

Throw your hands up in the cosmos like it's spiritual

And touch the stars, partying like a ritual

See hustlers scoping out honeys

Honeys scoping brothers with money

Sisters, senoritas and snow bunnies (lmao)

While I be the vessel interrupt the whole planet

Just party 'cos it's nineteen ninety nine, go get enchanted

Freak the funk yo my spell has been casted

Cross me? (win?) or lose or get blasted

[Chorus x2 - RBX]

And as the saying goes

'It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings'

Sure sound like she singing to me

Can you hear her punk? So get the flatline

[Verse 2 - RBX]

Now I designed rhymes to slam like Kobe

With more force than Obi-wan Kenobi

From LB to LA I rock all day to the New York region for Rockaway, I rock away

My (per-style?) you lay, when I lay down the law you had best o-bey

When I flash the flame you won't dance the same

Rap is the game, now remember my name

Capital N

Capital A

Capital double R

Capital A

Capital T

Capital O

Capital R

Capital R

Capital B

Capital X

Exclamation point (Uh)

Now let me flex my joint

To sure improve my groove

(Soon records point?????)

(Met?) The intent to make ya dance

Battle ready and I'm in my battle stance

Now I'm blasted

[Chorus x2 - RBX]

And as the saying goes

'It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings'

Sure sound like she singing to me

Can you hear her punk? So get the flatline

[Verse 3 - RBX]

Funky like rotten eggs, I make 'em move they legs

They body bound to follow, now do your freaky dance

As you freaks (plants?) go head

Take a glance

Soon as you look? It seem the place shook

Or shake

You [glow up???] but I break it better

Narrator RB to the twenty-fourth letter

Say my name, you'll feel no shame

I flip the script when I rip I don't rhyme the same

But the heat is flame that mean the game is (sold?)

Narrator RB - Bound to explode

For this episode, funky, chunky bitch

With the strength of the donkey when he kicks

I slay the vic' and flip word his plot

No shit

Narrator X (the lick shots??)

Speak technique and leave 'em flabbergasted

If the weed whack? They bound to get blasted

[Chorus x2 - RBX]

And as the saying goes

'It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings'

Sure sound like she singing to me

Can you hear her punk? So get the flatline

Flatline

Anyone come test the X guaranteed to get the flatline

In the past tense

The fat lady has just sung

X

From L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H

With thug niggas like the (PH?)

That's why they get flatline

Dead