Check it out, a Pete Nights, Daddy Rich production for 1993, Red Knox is in the house, The Mudbone is in the house, we're gonna flip it like this, and you don't stop, on a flex one two and you don't stop A check it one two check it undercover as a record, live it in a limb on a grip I'm still a reppin' The voodoo master, last of the Mohicans, time to hawk your heads for my Pete's that I be clickin' Despicable, I hit you with a quick blow, stick it with the hypodermic lyric in your blood flow I reanimate, take the chip off your shoulder, stick it up your ass, now you the holder of a boulder No money folder, from the street soldier, flip it on a one two, I twist ya then I roll ya I move on a DL, conceal like a smuggler, creepin' out the process and then I go for juggler I'm the undirected man with the taste to be prolific, the person and the verb that I drop and then I'm lifted So Rich bring him back from the borough of the Brooklyn, pullin' on the dope like a hooker who be hookin' Richie bring him back, bring him back one more time, Richie bring him back, bring him back one more time Richie bring him back, yeah it's time for me, it's time for me to drop drop in the G Who's that the master of the ill flow, I heard him on a mix show, vocabs and lingo I'm flippin' around a dollar, 4am I check my veto, and then I get my dose and then I'm out to sleep for neato On a bigger bat, still in my brophy, cause I'm Edgar Allen Poe-like This end like that, Anna, please *** my dick, write my *** like the goo, Merchant Label representin' Daddy Rich bringin' him back, stickin' him like a hitch, Mr. Step, course you never Never *** with me, hop sippin' on a 40 as I listen to the trap now Watch that ***, thought you got the heartbeat, but yo I got misery for you and your punksy If I took three punks, I'd do them like Juss be doin' cleans Suckin' on the steel, got them ***tin' out their beans So Richie bring him back so we can smack him, I feel the tracks and ***, so yo I pick the slack up Richie bring him back, bring him back one more time Richie bring him back, yeah it's time for me, it's time for me to drop drop in the G The lyrical hook is strung up by the ankles, stripped of meaty chunks and all the daggles as they bag me From a certain angle she's resemblin' my momma, I'm indecore than trauma, no karma compores to my trauma I timble in my limbs when I stick pins in my kins, a fence full of maggots ain't even my sickest habit Blood splattered my chest, flesh between my teeth, I feast like I'm a vulture, dested cannibal culture So check this, you get to be another dead miss or mister, put the pistol up inside your sister's belly The master of a million, well that's Philly, don't even try to breathe there, I'ma blast your ass with jelly I swear on everybody's life and my career that if my family was burnin' only joy would push out tears Leave me all alone up in the attic, I got an automatic with three cats and two on ephastatic With my father, my mother, they're laughin' for the others while inside of me, told my little sister say goodbye to me Blast, now I'm burnin' in the middle of the earth, got no self-worth, I'm draggin' pussies outta heaven first No retribution, miss my execution, be suckin' out the used bags, whole juice for douchin' Couldn't wait to bite my way free from out the muzzle, feet spit blood in my 40 ways, no duck so I guzzle Strong to stay alive and I thrive on human screamin', got the semen of a demon, my dukes is so demeanin' Can't wait to splatter my bladder from all the drinkin', milk's where it's thinkin', blood stains be on my sinkin' Two rocks in back of me, death don't be affectin' me, young missus get a hysterectomy for disrespectin' me Spittin' with a spell until my grandfather fell, swear I'm lookin' forward to burnin' in hell