[Kool This for all you motherfuckers bitin my shit Get off my dick, I was born on
[K] Yeah! the monkey-fuckin-wrench in the business [K] all that trendy shit out there [T] That old fake [K] So [T] That shit [K] that stink [T] up [K] Do this! [T] you knew this, haha [T] is how we do [K] [T] Every, day all day, haha
[Keith] All you rappers are wack on my balls, Kodak be talkin like they hard, they fuckin asscrack [Tim] These wack MC's tryin to like Kool Keith I shoulda a bat and knocked out they front teeth, POW! [Keith] From New York to MC's keep poppin shit With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't shit [Tim] Rappers clog my dick like it's fog Ever since I out, everybody want to be a Dog You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss When I hit your city, your area, blow your [Tim] I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated I ignore, Tim Dog is culture
[Kool Take out your backpiece, blow your fuckin spectrum Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby squirt I don't care, beware, smell smoke your back I'm up close like acne pimples in ass crack Atomic workout, for fuckin jerks album's butthole, overused with inserts Still light up point blank like fuckin fireworks Niggaz get busted cause half fights(?) for Penalties are deadly for quality, how your sound? I'm not motherfuckers.
[Chorus: Tim Dog + Keith] Niggaz on Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit How many is on our dick? (Get off the dick!) Niggaz on Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit on some Ultra shit . (Get off the dick!) Niggaz on Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit How niggaz is on our dick? (Get off the dick!) Niggaz on some Ultra shit, on some Ultra shit
[Chorus last #1] (Get off the dick!) Niggaz on some shit (For life)
Dog] God damn a brand new year back with the full packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps Rippin rappers out the frame, cause like that You want your mic back; you're gonna have to fight back Raise up, up, if you're nice and niggaz with D-O-G, is like McNeely fuckin with Mike Tyson I'm slicin, dicin MC's, call me ginsu Niggaz get me amped, watch me get Perplexed I my lyrical context Bust in rappers anus cause it's better than sex Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", Mr. Cool J I'm with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray Get down, for my crown, cause I'm a Niggaz shit is so wack I pay a fuckin dollar, holla (Hooooooo!) it
[Chorus last #2] on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!)
[Kool Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won't work Just raw beat, you're buttnaked on the street Ass out cold, my blows out your rectum hole Niggaz get flushed like wet down the commode German warfare, crazy just like Hitler No soft samples, corny loops, fiddler! Niggaz get carried away basic shit, every day mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits Ex-lax reveal your got the shits Pack a bag, zip up your drama, fuckin the bus Niggaz been through sad stories; fuck y'all Gus
Yeah I don't a fuck about the sunny Stet(?) drums usin the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a fuck Cal(?)DeJade I don't a fuck, any snare, whatever loop, fuck it all Motherfuckers can go downtown and find all these if you want; I don't give a fuck!