My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc's
   I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for meineke
   Human exhaust, you wanna get lost ?
   Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like alain prost
   Mc clowns, I blaze towns
   I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud
   All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkies
   I'm strictly t-rex, 'n my rap just crunch, see
   The jive 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble
   Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like snapple
   All you socalled rebels heavy metal cattle
   Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle
   Hunt a stunt like 'red october', ain't crossin' over
   Oops ! scud scrub ? patriot makes pulver
   The music hits, fierce as it is
   Check the brothers in the crowd that 'hiss'
   Good grief
  
   Industry check to mac, and wanna know me
   I kick against control untamed like wild pony
   Stay lonely like tony, attract like coney island
   My style man, don't need no master, flasher
   Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster
   Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock
   I sport more techniques confidential than fort knox
   Sort of tool - glock - automatic on the static
   Synthetic - plastic ?- you stay ready with the cascet
   I throw a style, now a freak wants to test it
   It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cher
   I crush mc jaws who oughtta be chandelier
   And drop the ltter - on the quitter
   The survival-rival gets stranger
   Much fitter
   Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese
   More force than a sexual intercourse
   So mc's please !
   Brothers amaze - keep 'em all in a daze
   With the wild funk blaze
   Good grief
  
   One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now
   Step by step now, where your rap now
   I kick the flavor like a wes craven
   People under my stairs wanna steal like raven
   Black with breaks wanna croak when spoken to
   Some shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too
   The rhyme enforcer, rhythm corsair
   Hit the core with force, well of course oh !
   Don't give me that lip lip
   Like he thought that he could
   I frown on bullshit like my name's clint eastwood
   You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses
   I welcome you to my jungle
   Like my name was guns 'n roses
   I blast the sound, you check the sound
   You gotz to be down, and be like charlie brown
   Saying good grief