Huffed and he puffed   Huffed and he puffed   Blew tha house down   Now how dat sound      Never no never   Give up gotta, gotta live up   To my name   Triple double in da rap game      'Cause I ain't goin' niggatronic   Smart enuff to know I ain't bionic   Wit my main man Harry   Not Connick   Rather rap my black as of   Getcha hooked on phonics      Good enuff to know no endo   Through it out tha window   Along wit tha Super Nintendo      I'm a strict daddy   Got dat right   God damn right   But have a good time, Dynomite      It's just that I don't talk   That same ol' crap   (Shit)   'Cause papa got a brand new   Bag fulla rap   (Hitz)      The world don't work no more no more   The world wont work no more   Ain't gonna woek no more no more      My main knick knack paddy wack   C'mon and give a damn   Confrontational man   Is what I am, is what I am      I'm tearin' down da house that Jack built   'Cause he killed whoever he wanted and hunted   And tax the backs of the environment macks   Who plan in da silence of the scams      A world dat won't work   No more, no more      Mother earth gets treated like a whore   And he doeth great wonders   So that he maketh fire come   Down from heaven on the earth   In sight of men      Toms to the left of me   Bombin' to the right   World good night   He got destruction   In his appetite      On a platter a planet   To him it doesn't matter   3-2 at the plate   Up go the greedy batter      Environmental alarm   To all not some   Good God   'Cause we don't get two of 'em      I was told that oil and water don't mix   But the new world order   Got a disorder   And so I diss      Cuss my disgust, if I must   One earth is da birth outta all of us   And so I diss after the math   Disaster wit a European autograph      Gonna be Bedlam   If he spread 'em   Da trigga is cocked   Nowhere to flock      Gonna be Bedlam   If he spread 'em   Pass da word   F what you heard      Gonna be Bedlam   If he spread 'em   Glock is cocked   Now drop da props      Gonna be Bedlam   If we spread 'em   The day the whole world   Couldn't do it      Repent   Oh no!   Check the preacher what he spent   One way ticket to God to fix scars   Woman and man runnin' the land sea and air poor      Do we all go the way of the dinosaur?   Or to hell and back attack   The new clear fog got us sniffin' like   Atomic dogs      Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves   Put a code on a can   Whatta hell of a man, shootin'   Trigga pollution, planet prostitution      Uprootin' da third   We go to the way of the bird   Can't do whatcha want to da place   Don't waste my place      Where you from?   We only got one