Intro: Queen Latifah



Mercifully mercifully mercifully massacre Naughty By Nature

Thru it ever time comin at a dance

My man Treacherous MC go on let the saxophone man play a little

Make it lovely



Verse 1: Treach



You got beef well what we do talk to the bunny sunny

He's the man Bugs the thug wit the money

Funny that you should mention as my family they covered

Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers

Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together

No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better

You mean he, she, them, him, those and others

Let's kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble

For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it

Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I'ma run it

Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rollin spreads

You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya

head

This is a flow-er show, a product float a while ago

Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know

And if ya don't, you won't by the time this track is done

Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come



Chorus: Queen Latifah



Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know

It's time for rum, man, yeah man

Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know

It's for jammin, g'yeah know?

Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow

Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door

The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y'know

I'm out for rum, COME!!!!



Verse 2: Treach



118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin

Huh, what's your function?

I don't mean to be blunt or front, true or rude

How can he diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey dude

So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good health

So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself

Cos I ain't havin it, remember act like you know

And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door

I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator

A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later

Yeah, you don't have a chance, but I see ya next

This track is KayGee's baby and he named it "Def"

I'm smokin in em, it's like chimneys, I ain't friendly

Fuck your fendy, I'm swingin for your diet kidney

Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op

Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot

The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm

damn good to be a no good, hooded by

the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps

They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump



Chorus



Verse 3: Treach



Gettin it and hittin wit it a old fashion weapon when you're slippin, I got

time

Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign

The bad just got worse within one verse

Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella's first

Wreckin is second, so back wit'cha wacked disc

For candle after candle and still couldn't wax this

I be the wickedest while you're still the wackest

I need wallpaper to list what your track miss

This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker

Check the check and who's def? Who's left ya?

Standin back cannin ya, plan ta stay back

I'm down wit Kay's tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack

I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof

That's happenin to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose

This comes naturally, all day and night

I make a party of all lefty's leave screamin out "Alright!"

Talkin bout needin a lot more work than you had

Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one

Who's gettin done? Who's swifter? Who's badder?

You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder

This is another song, we check out the style that I've

picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive



Outro: Queen Latifah