Come wit it now! Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shatterin' the molds
Either drop the hits like de la O, or get the fuck off the commode
Wit the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop
Drop an don't copy you, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger