pop goes the gat i get over like a fat rat funkmaster flex and 9 double m mad fat skills on the table and the mic with that flavor all night clean up the cuss when i bust mother i m on some new and improved shit let me kick it crazy motherfucker from the boogie down brother i smack shit flip shit kick shit i rap shit flex on the wheels and i m nine mil the gat that s how we roll troop we give em 187 like dre and snoop three little six little nine double m s sticking up rappers like hems back on the scene from the bronx and i stomp nuff comp six million ways to die punk i bring drama like you spit on my momma and get loose like the lips on madonna you get the picture when the rap style hits ya i run on more niggas than the jews at a bar mitzvah when i m splashing my rap transaction hard rocks turn white like michael jackson i blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks and leave you laying in a box with red foxx i keep wild like james brown doing judo and have you making love songs like menudo the son of sam when i aim for your head jack the ripper leave your whole town red you can t kill me because i m already dead i drop flavor like a pack of now laters and get loose like the feet on sammy davis you know my style it s the hardcore rhymer pass the mic and i get loose like a vagina hoo hah i m funky so shut your face and let me rip it like butter on a biscut nine double m is wicked i put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face and watch you catch a knot like a shoelace i m not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel that s like farrakhan kissing a white girl i rag it like the bloods and crips i flip scripts read my lips i got mad skills for the no frills screaming at grills to pay bills i got more rap than a christmas gift and i ll fill your girl s mouth like grits have her chewing while i m ba ba ba booing it s back to the mic check one two and back up off the gat cause i snap necks nine double m tragedy and funkmaster flex 