[Verse 1: Young Zee]

I dig up bars of Wallace's like archaeologists

Through parks where fossils is

I'm a Martian rhymin' Sith

I make a monster drift off the side of a cliff

Into the ocean, jump out of it, climb onto a pirate ship

My rhymes is insane them silence is

Why guys killed their wife and kids

I eat hybrid pigs, my rhyming hits wetter than a vagina is on a Chinese bitch

I'm Mike and Prince in '96 at rhyme events

Off Heinekens I battle any guy he gets

Old men, even little kids, nine and ten and Siamеse twins

Just with a knife on him I walk into a lion's den

And comе out with a brand new outfit of tiger skin

It seems every day I'm fightin' men

'Cause I climb they wife like I was Spider-Man on Vicodin

I'm an orangutan from Mars, this shit monkey bars

[Chorus: Young Zee & Vinnie Paz]

This shit monkey bars

Yeah! Young! Yo Flu, salute 'em!

This shit monkey bars, yeah

This shit monkey bars

This shit monkey bars

This shit monkey bars

This shit monkey bars

This shit monkey bars

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

The MAC popper, the fast talker (He invented that shit up)

Homie, you knee high to a grasshopper

I learned to shoot the blickie with my grandfather

Motherfucker smokin' hizzie like a land otter

My older brother hit a lick inside a Grand Highlander

The bullets more smaller but the can larger

Motherfuckers hate what they can't conquer

You being pussy, somethin' you can't alter

This dummy got a funny one

How you got no money when all that you do is money talk?

I will let the 720 bump Motherfuckers runnin' for cover doin' a somersault

It's a message of survival

Gordon Sumner, put the message in a bottle

The weapon is colossal (You got the mop)

Dolce and Gabbana, the silencer on the nozzle (Yeah)

Stupid!

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]

Yeah, Young!

Welcome home, brotha!

Yeah, the Outs!

Yo Flu, what up killa?

Yeah, Vinnie P, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that

PPP, k'namsayin'?

Official Pistol! Young Zee

Yeah, salute 'em

Fuckin' dummy!