[Emcee(s): Rodan]

[Producer(s): Swizz Beatz (Original instrumental from Busta Rhymes - "Touch It")]

[Verse 1: Rodan]

Motherfuckers claiming to be the best but barely nice

They sold a few millions of records, so what the fuck sold to Vanilla Ice?

[?] once but rarely twice. Looking for a stable date

Running through central booking with a label-mate

Better find a May coach, get some player help. I

Keeps it moving, faggots stay in motion like conveyer belts

Due to numbers and due to the economy, it’s written in Deuteronomy

Lamborghinis and bitches in bikinis, a whoremonger

Fuck happened to the war on hunger? Guess drugs

Won in the end. Find me smoking in the den, but I ain’t

Never going out like Gunga. Spark the ganja, hard head

Made for a tender ass. You sweet like Pendergrass

Then I bend the craft—surrender the stash—snatch up

[?] cash, reach the end of the task. Return

To sender fast. Pick a winner? Your dinner’s trash

Never said never, always ready to get that cheddar

Born to be king like Nebuchadnezzar

This is my town, and you at the wrong end, cocksucker

You better have a strong chin. Plantation rappers?

Prepare to get Gone with the Wind. It’s ‘bout

2:45. Jumping on Route Q45

Keep those closets closed or you will get exposed

By Rodan the Warrior. Fuck opening up bones

Faggot, here, I got some news for ya

Some new gloom for ya, some new tunes for ya [?]

Melanin, I sing a blues tune for ya [?] sand dunes

Or balloons in the foil with the tune to destroy ya

Pugilism be brutal and beautiful like Mayweather

Música De La Hoya. Welcome to the mutilation

Of Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom Sawyer. It’s essential

So sensual, kind of seductive trying to build

A foundation where fools usually end up being

More destructive and counterproductive. Grounds buried

Under mountain of corruption. Read the sign

You cock-sucking, maggot illiterate. Kingdom of God

Still under construction. Live life on the run

Attend a knife fight with a gun—that’s my type of fun

Transport this product on borderlines, carry, crossover

Like Allen Iverson, attack hard

Fuck the frontcourt—coward, we’re waiting the backyard

Went from living off of modest means to being the hottest king

With a lot of green, the hottest thing you ever seen

By any means necessary via whatever means

Stormy weather team, cosmo [?]

Forever clean [?] fetish leather dreams

Red-letter jeans, lettuce, fettuccini, and beans

The cheddar and the cream, legacy to the dream like

Coretta King. It’s Rodan, bitch. Fuck you gonna find

Better wings? If it’s holistic, it ain’t never

Two separate things. Cut your life short like the

Career of Kevin Federline. While you got your face

Looking all funny, I’m out here from Long Island

To Okinawa, getting all this motherfucking money. I’ll be

Goddamned if I surrender. We could take it to war like

Samurais and ninjas, my nigga. Uh!

Kill a gangsta!