Mc goat is ere,

gunna make you run and hide in fear.

Dosing the streets is wot i do,

better be careful or i'll come for you.

Causing shit here and there,

think your all that you better beware.

I'll wrap a crow-bar round your head,

i ain't gunna stop till your down dead.

I need a duby to keep me going,

secret squirell no-body knowing.

Big it up to da rude-boy crew,

so wot you gunna do when they come for you?

Are you gunna run and hide or make your fist collide,

wid his face and put him in place.

I need some purple haze,

so i can skin up, and blaze the night away,

i could smoke dis shit all day.

Thats pretty much all i do,i can smoke more than you,

and a couple of others too.

One more thing, ringa dinga ding,

the telephones singing, me jewellery's blinging.

Every-body in da place to be ,

you wanna be an mc, like me, GOATY, good-bye, don't cry.