[Intro (Scratched)]

Chester P Hackenbush

Chester P Hackenbush

Ches-Chester P

Chester P, P, P

Chester P Hackenbush, bush, bush, bush, bush

[Verse]

I tear it up like the claws of Satan

I ain't sick, I'm nauseating

On hold like a caller waiting

Barefaced like fornicating on telly stations with a girl you've never met the night before your engagement

I'll take you back like the Zulu nation

And make a dance choke like spraying gas into its ventilation

I make girls scream at my presentation

I'm a nightmare like Wesley Craven's imagination (wo, ha-ha-ha)

I spit radiation that's causing desolation for them fake ones

(Fake ones, fake ones, fake ones!)

Rappers stand clear

Prepare to get blitzed

Don't watch me

It ain't just my style that's fixed

So, what's your name? Marvin?

And your second name Gaye?

You look lost like the weight around Ricki Lake's waist

Every word I say leaves a foul taste like a stamp

When I speak you're in danger like a chicken in a diet camp

I control the light like a diaphragm

Leave rappers drawn like a diagram

Pull hoes like a fireman

So, that's why I am

Known to throw blows militant

Beating me's like seeing cats give birth to elephants

You don't need to move

This cold will make you sweat like being sixth place in a game of Russian roulette

Battle me and you'll be dead

Instead of being famous

I'll break in your house like a new pair of trainers

You're better off nameless than being maimed by a lion tamer via entertainer

Who you should call Danger

And I'm out of sight, trying to see me is like watching broken TV's or anorexic girls in bikinis

But you can see me walk

I don't just battle talk

My name alone will tame a raging bull like I was a matador

I've scattered more seeds than a farmer from Salvador

I make the hardest rappers act timid

Like a battered dog..I keep my rhymes catalogued

Pack a style to shatter mics

I'm so high above you this could leave your lungs paralysed

From a height that's greater than satellites

Take any bitch rapper

And turn him into a battered wife

'Cause this ain't nice

Like a mampi trying to lap dance

Or a toilet in a crack house

Sit on it to shit and then the thing'll spit it back out

Bright enough to find my way through a blackout

And all you're gonna see's my back now

Chester P's the recipe for fine invention

Testing me will hold you back

Like a school detention

A lot of rappers only shoot videos

They battle me as a man

And then greet defeat as an embryo

I'm belittling with a style that's crippling like being shot in the spine

I'm sickening like Strych-i-nine disturb the normal mind with force

You'll get broke like laws

If you filed as frauds

My spoken source of war takes no hostage

All I do is just spit

Fake MC get no love like them busted chicks

My style's like AIDS, you're going to die if you fuck with it

Crash with me and feel licked

Like it was a truck you hit

I'm tight like Ren and Stimpy

Chewed more beef than Wimpy

Don't diss me

I've been on more tracks than Linford Christie..call me Winter

Then try and keep me out like the cold

'Cause my style's so dark it makes you wonder where the light go

I'm uncontrollable

Like a schizophrenic rhino

You face the master then stagger home like a wino

You came here to battle then the truth hits ya

Beating me is like going up against a tank with a water pistol

Talentless challengers

Fall with every pen stroke

D'you have to die first before you learn that my pen chokes?

[Outro (scratched)]

Chester P Hackenbush

Task Force forever

Chester P Hackenbush

Task Force forever

Chester P Hackenbush

Task Force forever