(oh my goodness!)   (hit it)      [ verse 1: willie d ]   Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict   Somebody finna get they ass kicked   If you ain't down with the geto boys   Get your happy ass outta dodge   The rumors you heard ain't slander   Willie d don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander   So when you see me clutch my fist   Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch   I'm inclined to physically whip your ass   But if you wanna blast   Make a muthafuckin motion like you wanna reach   And you gon' have a damn funeral next week   >from the hardest to the softest   For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office   See, my appearance is so damn fly   It makes em say, "hm - he's a nice guy"   So a nigga try to play me like a hoe   Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no   I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin   He bet no fall, or i'ma make his ass read these nikes      (oh my goodness!)      [ verse 2: willie d ]   You read these nikes, cause you're fucked up, punk   Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped   (I'm a nigga insane kickin ass extremely)   So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin   Bushwick, can I get a witness?    (fuck yeah, nightquil that sickness!)   Yeah, and when I form this gesture   Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya   Better yell for a paramedic   Or somethin that nature, cause i'ma try to break ya   Ass into muthafuckin particles   Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article   To hell with emotions   I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion   Remorse - what the fuck is that?    I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack   Gettin mild, I don't play that shit   Fuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitch   Nigga get beat, oh mama   But if she fucks with me   Her ass is gonna read these nikes      [ bushwick bill ]   Yo d, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka   And left your trademark upside his head   [ will ]   Yeah man, that was one of my ? ? ? nikes   I usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo      [ verse 3: willie d ]   I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick   Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your ass kicked   But if your buddies wanna get in my mix   Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch   It ain't nothin but a mere formality   Every sucker muthafucka is a casualty   I kick ass, you won't ever diss   Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint   >from muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid   Now do you wanna make a bid?    I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo   Ass screamin just like a damn hoe   When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth   And show you what a real nigga's all about   When I dispose of your ass like waste   And nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face   You're readin these nikes      Look at you now, muthafucka!   (oh shit!)   Look at...   (oh! aw, hold up, man   Hold up, shit, aw, come on...   Alright, man, alright, I quit, man   I quit, alright - aw shit)   ...fuck with me!   (oh man)      (hit it)   [ verse 4: willie d ]   Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer   I'm at the club rappin to this hella hammer   This bitch was holy, severely cut   So I'm rappin to her, right? to see if she'll fuck   I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly   That type of shit don't matter to me   Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door   Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore   I let the fool file with a diss or two   But the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issue   So I pulled out the 9mm   And bust his ass in the head, you could see the   Blood gushin out his goddamn skull   He played hisself, now his ass gettin drugged   I was charged with aggravated assault   But before I got off his ass   ...i made him read these nikes      (oh my goodness!)