[VERSE 1]. Sucker wack vicks I ratatattat tactics givin em black kicks. Mufflin up the mic with funky black licks. Tricks I be rippin em like hocus pocus focus on the funk gee. Tung be runnin away like a punk be. Rockin droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be dope. Scope the point of being wack? Nope never & no-no. A dancer like a go-go? Oh no. My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a hobo. Sucker I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb. Instead of shooting guns I shoot the tongue. Style Pacino I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino. Funky like a wino rhino-dyno like dino. Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to wreck mine. But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9 wastin em. Look at me spillin juice loose to chasin em. Cut them like tomatoes then be tomat-pastin em. Facin em gun to tongue let's see who'll win this gang member. I'm droppin em like a leaf in September to November. Froze in December rock over October so remember. When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue - timber. Ratatattat. [CHORUS]. Ratatattat. What's the sound of a gat. Ratatattat. What's the sound of a gat. Ratatattat. What's the sound of a gat. Ratatattat. Show em how the Tung smacks. Ratatattat. Show em how the Tung smacks. Ratatattat. Show em how the Tung smacks. Ratatattat. Show em how the Tung smacks. Ratatattat. [VERSE 2]. Prr-prrrr.. buck em down. Sucker ducks comin to pluck em down. Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em down. Climbin I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what Simon said. He told me to put that head to bed. Givin an eyeful funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle. Trifle cause I pop the tongue like a rifle. Watch the funky words pounce. From my mouth watch 40 bounce. Cappin a sucker duck like a 40 ounce. Some flows are wack but as for me I cause a catastrophe. Like callin Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy. I shoot the tongue like a machine gun. Know what I mean son?. A chunky spunky tongue if you ever seen one. Cops I give em props they cap men mostly black men. Mouth will pack then smack em like a Mack-10. Bop - another head flown like a frisbee it is me. The clips from my lips could drop a Grizzly. Hear me vick I pack a kick for the ballistic animalistic. You didn't know my tongue was this quick. Cops that be cappin thinkin that be spunky. Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a funky. Ratatattat. [CHORUS]. [VERSE 3]. Poppin and poppin and poppin the flow of the hip hype hop rhythm. I bust caps like I've been hittin false teeth with raps. Rip your show apart I know you got no heart to start I flow art. I got the style that even Humphrey couldn't Bogart. Syllable serum suckers hear come a style to smack a man. And it be sort of like a smack of Jackie Chan. I pop the funky gun of hip hop I hop with hips. Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips. Funky like a drunk I buck em like a hunter. My rifle will make em stifle like Edith Bunker. Suckers I tag em my rhythm'll rag em drag em. They felt the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum. Minimum against the maximum cracks a maximus. Charge tax and dust thinkin about waxin us. DJ Jihad will slice em like lard. Check out the funky cut rocks god be gunnin em up like buckshots. Cappin a brother if he come in a centimeter. Comin to drop the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya. Shootin like mi Uzi I re-arrange a fella feature. Filimeter mi funky rhythm is like a 9 millimeter. Ratatattat. [CHORUS]