Nah nah nah, fuck that!   Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped   with a rap, that's shittin on the story of Jack Sprat   So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit   And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')   I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails   Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails   I'm not a warrior or Bavarian type of nigga   I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister   That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond   Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?   Cause every since I was an infrant I was different   Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it   I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step   cause she hit me with a left, then another left   That's why my brain is out of order   because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter   And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit   then carve my name in your pavement   I was Rated 'X' but I flexed   I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level   Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill   from a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill   Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit   What's the flavor ?Tim? (Fuck what you heard, this rated R)      Chorus: repeat 4X      "I'm rated R, this is a warning" --> Rakim   "Boy you can't fuck with me!!" --> Ice Cube      Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend   mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends   And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk   and tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)   Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P.   The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch!   Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women   cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin   I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip   (Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)   I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck   tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (BING!)   Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked it; cause it was August   and he was talkin this trick or treat shit (Trick or treat!)   Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block   143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop   Norman Bates work the night shift late   Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake   Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed about   me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up   That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw   Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar   So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate   my rap style, so to cut em off I truncate   And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up   with the one-two punch, like servin a customer   And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him   Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from   I know, from me, THE original P-Funk   See ya next LP chump!      Chorus