You don't know how we do things   Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit   I'ma bust you, gimme that fuckin wrench   I'm gonna crack this fuckin kid in the skull   Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things   You shut the fuck up   Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit   I'm one of them motherfuckers   Don't fuck with me   I'm warning you what the   Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker   Shut, shut up   I transcend   And get you through the grape vines   Rappers is dime a dozen   Like your cars and train times    This is the shit    I'm not the ordinary prick   I holla it, step back Jack   Or collide with two fist Blam!   To your chin Blam!   To your skull    Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls rising    From here to Reno pesky like a mosquito   Tougher than Scarface so call me Al Pacino   Wishing like Skeeto to meet the Beatles   Eating some frito's a cool cat daddy like Chester Cheeto   Chanting like the Santo Domingo   Munks mortuary, then it goes to the cemetary   Met a girl named Carrie    She told me she loved me and it's scary   Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars   Swoopin down on brothers like they were far better   Deal caps get peeled    Raps get dealed and dealt   Twelve inches keep spinning    Turntables with felt   Now give a little cut can you   That's enough cause I represent a style   That be fuckin tough and built like a Tonka truck   Because I take abuse and keep on   Survival of the fittest, first rule of the strong   I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco   When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco   Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal   Would you like that supersized for 35 cents?   For real? Ok go ahead just don't do no hockin on my bread   Can I substitute my drink with a milkshake instead?   Yes sir, your total comes to $14.88   Who I'm tryin to feed, Michigan State?   Can you relate?      Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with   Badder than bad coming from MoTown   Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with   You don't wanna fuck with me   (x2)      Clap on, clap off like the clapper   I'm such a hotstepper   Drinkin some Dr. Pepper    With my nigga Jed he's the wrecker   Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2   Now tell me mufuckas what you came to do   I came to bring the skills   And try to pay the phone bills   I saw Jack and Jill    Doin the nasty at the top of the hill   Comic books, and bitches is the shit that I dig   I don't wanna grow up cause I'm a Toys R Us kid   I get lost in space like Will Robinson, Danger!   Call on the dragon sword cause I'm a mighty morphin power ranger   Hitting on the scene with karate kicks   ODin on the sugar with the pixie sticks   And a big ol' fat glass of grape Kool-Aid   Chillin with senior citizens enjoyin the shade   Stayin paid couting the big old wad of cash   Hittin on the scene like Jumpin Jack Flash   I dash some pepper, achoo it made me sneeze   Always itchin my balls like I have some type of fleas   Oh baby please, what you see's is what you get   A goof ball with long hair growin wild like a chia pet   We just met, you know how I come across   As I enforce, sweatier than intercourse   Spicier that hot sauce   Reinforce your lyrics, lyricist cause I'm a smash   Takin your titles and I'm not gonna stop   Till your career crash      Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with   Badder than bad coming from MoTown   Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with   You don't wanna fuck with me   (x2)      Hickory dickory dock    Tell them hoes they better stay off my cock   Cause I rolls with a pack of lunatics down the block   Mad alliance, big giants    House of Krazee's runnin shit for the '96 and then some   Represetin mad skills, pay the bills   Gotta act, bustin hands on the dub sack   Now tell me who got the ill rhymes?   Got your toe tappin like Gregory Heinz uh   Running shit like a marathon   I'm stronger than teflon   And use my liquid friend to get my drink on   Well I'm sluggin bigger than the average nig   Got an attitude I get rude   You disrespect me and I'll split your wig   Nig nig nack paddy wack   My name is Mr. Bones dunkin lyrics   In your ears like Eddie Jones   You better give it up for the original individual in disguise   So open your eyes, surprise   I fade em all like Jamal   I'm standin tall with my back to the wall   A bad brother like Lou Brawls   I fold ya, I thought I told ya   Gun in the holster    Thought patterns were deeper than the minds of Minolta   I ain't actin this ain't no play   Been eatin Pladoh and paint chips since I was 8    Can you relate?      Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with   Badder than bad coming from MoTown   Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with   You don't wanna fuck with me   (x6)