[ Lord Digga ]

Good good mornin, this is a warnin

You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin

You shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKE

You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place

I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?

Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes

And I just might fuck your wife, cause I'm livin trife

I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper

Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after

You little punk bastards, the Digga's comin after

Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission

Say your prayers like a christian

Or your punk ass will be missin

Like Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper

Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra

But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper



Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger

(I'm drunk, so what?)

I got the crazy drunken style

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger

(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)



[ Masta Ace ]

I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer

It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire

Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin

I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin

I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine

Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine

The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin

Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton

Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell

It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well

Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks

It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck's



Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink

Of the lyr