Intro: Rock



Punk ass niggaz man

Niggaz don't know man

I better let all their brainz blo nigga

Man listen



Chorus:



Let the madness begin nigga let it begin

Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin

Let it begin let it begin

Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin



Verse One: Rock Ruck



Aiyyo run for your gunz me and Dutch coming through

Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue

This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam

cuz we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome

Blown out the frame by the ROCK, Mr. Flipster

Shit's Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter



Right by your side with my eyes on the posse

I see Duke and Red he said he wanna drop me

Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap skits



Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel (fuck him)

Two to his cheek cuz he weak so's his jaw

Nigga played the cell frontin like he hard to the core

More I hear pussy talk more I wan flip

See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip

Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels

Tool's cocked it ain't April 1st but I'm breakin fool

When punk niggaz test Rock it's like touchin live wire

catch a shock to your knot

From a glock that I pop, you don't want it with the Rock

better duck dumbfucks you're out of luck

You got caught by the Ruck



First of all, niggaz don't know jack, my flow's fat

So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my shit's wack

You don't know I thought you knew it

Too late bitch you blew it

Now I'ma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis

One, two, three four five

Six seven eight niggaz'll shit where's my nine

mil I drill fine skills into your mental

block I hit your temple hot become gentle not

You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker

might lose his life, cuz I'm trife in the night



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Verse Two: Ruck, Rock



What's the deal nigga? Set it off in the dark

I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark

The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked

Keep it real my click roll thick like acidics

Plus, I Be There like Jackson, breakin your backs and

askin, who want more, that's when my fat spins

So chump chill 'fore my pump kill

You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill

The lyrical whatevah, cuz whatevah is lyrical

I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical

Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps

You yappin bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets bitch

This nigga Ruck is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz

I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz

so what?? Pussy bring it on

Word is bond, Sean got songs that's mad strong

(So bring it on)



Chorus



Verse Three: Rock



Man listen, another nigga bluffin

Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffin

You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break

Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache

so take your monkey ass to the rear

Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square

Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle

What Duke I lay more niggaz flat out on they back than a slug do

who knows what you, seem to be I didn't gas you

But you can keep it movin 'fore I beat your gassed ass

you punk bastard, you could get the gat quick

or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the Chapstik

Or a fat dick and that's it

Heltah Skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and that's if we



Chorus 1/2



Outro: Rock



Ahh, let the, madness begin

Let the brainz blo if you grin

Let the madness begin, let it begin

Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin

Let the madness begin

Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you grin

Let the madness begin let the madness begin

Let the madness begin to let the brainz blo if you grin

We let the madness begin

We let the brainz blo if you grin

Make way for the dreads and the pros

cuz we let the brainz blo

Punk-ass