Tom J is in the house (repeat 2X)
  Rap is outta control (repeat 6X)
  Verse One: Erick Sermon
  G, man, do I have the power like He-Man
  To crack a wack MC's head, open like a pea can
  Damn, my name should become Sam
  But I prefer, a grand royal for the jam
  I'm putting heads out, the guns I use to pump lead out
  Hey son, I suggest that you head out
  I total, cremate, strikin mic flakes
  I won't break, I make more nerds than a earthquake
  Strong, got more strength than King Kong
  I'm worldwide, I'm interviewed like Kaity Chung
  I'm on now, live at 12, it's so dope
  All the way to 4 o'clock, there no soaps
  I'm able to rock the mic nice and stable
  It's a chance that you might see me on cable
  Vision, Showtime or HBO with the flow
  Getting more play than Rambo
  Aiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control
  Rap is outta control, it's definitely, fuckin outta control
  Rap is outta control, rap is definitely is outta control
  It's outta control, rap is outta control
  Verse Two: PMD
  Straight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mush
  Yo, I stuck crab MC, E (too late, he got crushed)
  Was he a pop rap singer, R&B swinger
  Faggot who jumped the gate and now you get the finger
  In other words, it's absurd to try to get wit
  The brother from Brentwood, Long Island, nicknamed Swift Lip
  I'm too smooth and yes, I groove to the slam track
  Wit a Beck's in my right hand, left hand on bozack
  I moved on ya posse, first reaction was "Oh shit
  Let's do that brother, hell no (why) he's too quick"
  So dial 1-900-55-eat-shit
  I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes I still kick
  (What) ass like a jock (height) 6'3" and stocky
  (Rap name) not Balboa, so motherfuck Rocky
  I'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like Aikeem
  The Dream, and yes sometimes it may seem that
  Rap is outta control (repeat 2X)
  Sure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dude
  Rap is outta control, yes, yes y'all, yes y'all
  Yes y'all, yes y'all, kick it E
  Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD
  I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall
  Ha ha, your rhymes stall
  When I bust caps, until they Kryptonite caps
  I reign of steel, I swap bullets like that
  I'm like, Superman, fly high up in the sky
  And if you try to shoot me down, clown, I won't die
  I cremate
  I hate, let's exterminate
  Wait for a second, E, time to debate
  As I take my fisherman hat off, there's no hat
  For an MC on a trail of a mad comeback