[Intro]

Yeah, ha ha ha

This goes out to the motherfuckin' MCs in the business

You know who you are

My motherfuckin' name is Tim Dog and I ain't takin' no shorts

And I'm getting ready to wax that ass like this

[Verse 1]

(Dog growling)

Give me the microphone, let me recite the poem

Rappers today ain't shit

Puttin' out records without one hit, huh!

Their career depends on a gimmick

Your lyrics so sick you should take 'em to the clinic

What I'm talkin' about is a sell-out

Your wack boy, now get the hell out

Rappers like Kid 'n Play, rappers like Kwamé

Rappers like Young MC with nothin' to say

Bullshit! Bullshit, Bullshit!

Ain't no way you're gonna tell me that's a hit

'Cause I'm not going out like a sucker

So you can call me a dumb motherfucker

I'm a asiatic hardcore brother from the streets

With the dope-ass beats

Tim Dog and I'm true to my trade

And my trade will get me paid

And if you think crossin' over makes you legit

You ain't shit!

Y'know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah a lot of these motherfuckers out there got the wack lyrics

They got the wack beats

They gettin' promoted crazy

And then goin' platinum?

Get the fuck outta here, I ain't havin' it!

[Verse 2]

Yo, everyone wanna be down with a motherfuckin' hip-hop tribe

Talkin' that black shit, that wack shit

That peace shit, exact shit

Talkin' that red black and green

That's cool, but give me the green

You can be home preaching to your brotherman

I'll be home, fuckin' his girlfriend

I'm the lyrical, miracle, diabolical king

Look at the 3-D ring!

Power! Uh, comin' at your dome

Sending wack rappers home

You wanna go and go and just flow and flow

But your rhymes are too wack for your show

You wanna fuck with the D-O-G

But you could never, ever, ever fuck with me

And if you think crossin' over makes you legit

Baby you ain't shit!

Whooo!

Yo, you know what we go to do

We got to bond together, all the hardcore rappers

And smoke this weakness

'Cause this is a motherfucking disease that's goin' take money out my pocket

And I ain't tryin' to have that shit

[Verse 3]

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven MCs

Get waxed with ease

I'm the motherfucking man ya heard about

Tim Dog, huh, I got the clout

I got the energetical, theoretical, copacetical, alphabetical, hypothetical

Lyrics to wax attack new jacks

And put the hypes in wax

Yeah, suckers get on my nerve

That's why I gotta serve

Take a nigga like MC Hammer

A wack-ass rapper but a dope-ass dancer

But still he win rap awards

Public Enemy it's time to get yours

You gotta be a villain

'Cause Tim Dog, I'm microphone killin'

I'ma step to a wack MC

And if he tries to get beef with me

I'ma wax his ass, I'ma tax his ass

I'ma fax his ass and cold lax his ass

I'm lettin' you know I'm from the Boogie Down

I'm not fuckin' around

So if you think crossin' over makes you legit

Nigga you ain't shit!

[Outro]

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

So don't forget about me baby

And I'm lettin' you know

I'm steppin' to anything that's wack

'Cause it's because of the wack that the good can't rule

Y'know what I'm saying

So we got to do what we got to do

To get what we got to get

Like my man Chuck D said "How low can you go?"

Straight up and down

Peace to the Zulu Nation

And I'm outta here

Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!