[Hook]. Them niggas tried to rob me. Could get the dick. All them bitches tried to play me. You could my the dick. Niggas tried to jump D. You could get my dick. I'm gon' bang when I see you. So get my dick. [Chorus]. Have you ever seen a show. With fellas on the mic. With one minute rhymes. That don't come out right?. They bite. They never right. That's not polite. [Young Zee]. I got great skills. And if my record sells eight mil'. I'ma still smoke weed get dusted. Get drunk and take pills. Fast gun play. Gon' get you blast one day. Fuckin' with Zee. It be today motherfucker. Look like a sitcom for no brain. We bum a loop. Jettin' from Roscoe Peco train. Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee. With half a forty. Feel like the wall's moving towards me. Ya till I die from old age. I'll be pulling girls up to suck my dick. Right on stage. So stop talking. Get them old jellies walking. 'Fore I call Pace celly walkman. Tell him y'all been. Acting iffy. And it's really starting to piss me. And like popcorn my niggas be here in a jiffy. With all the mac 10's set beside me. I gon' start wylin' and kill everybody. [Hook]. Tell your fronting ass bitch. To get the dick. And to you booty ass label. To get my dick. To you corny ass rappers. Get my dick. To all you motherfuckers. Get my dick. [Chorus]. Have you ever seen a show. With niggas on the mic. With one minute rhymes. That don't come out right?. They bite. They never right. That's not polite. [Pace Won]. Yo yo yo yo. Pace Won Mr. Perfect. Take a warm shower. Make a condo out of saw powder. Make the sunny clips at the born hour. I'm a wizard at this shit. Like Jowahn Howard. Put my gun up in the ass of crews. And start to spray. Time to pay massive dues. So I take MC's that pass the rules. And fly 'em into space like NASA do. I'm the weed lover. Go in deep cover. Tricking these goofy ass hoes. I need rubbers. Your favorite nucka flow butter. Niggas get mobbed. Leave with their clothes cut up. "When you come?" is what they asking me. You fresh to No Limit like Master P. I be keeping shit milky like cask and cream. Pace Won lace blunts get a masking fiend. Motherfucker. [Hook]. And to y'all fag ass cocks. Get the dick. To your bitches on the block. Get the dick. And to the fake weed spots (Fuck that). Get the dick. And y'all niggas without socks. Get the dick. [Chorus]. Have you ever seen a show. With niggas on the mic. With one minute rhymes. That don't come out right?. They bite. They never right. That's not polite. [Azz-Iz]. Your flow is kinda doo doo. I'm more filthier than mic bombs. From Newark to Honolulu. Mowahd to cherry raspberry. Apple cranberry strawberry. Motherfucking flows extraordinary. Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried. By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary. Give me a mob. Let me champ one. Steadily handsome. Black and like temper tantrums. Spitting like automatic handguns. Can't run. Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson. You got a platinum single Roley and money. I'm bummy but I bet I can get your bitch. To beat my dick for me. [Bizarre]. Doing drivebys in less than two minutes. And I know one of these houses on the block. Got your fucking family in it. And what's the worst is. Is y'all niggas gon' need nurses. I collect money on your block. Like ushers at churches. No matter where your boys go. Nigga I'ma get 'em. You can ask Ponsa's Funeral Home. How much business I be sending 'em. You forgot bitch nigga. I know where you stay. Loaded AK. Move little Johnny out the way. Bet ya these bats. Guarantee your ass won't be walking. I drive '98 Suburbans. While you push cars from the auction. You don't wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb. I beat bitches' ass when I'm a in a good mood. So imagine I'm in a bad one. You better duck when I pull this nine. I done shot up your block so many times. All I see is 'For Sale' signs. They say these cats only got nine lives. Bizarre done took eight. So tonight you die. [Hook]. Get the dick. Ya ya ya. Get the dick. Yo Bizarre ya ya. Get the dick. All you fuckers in Detroit. Get get. [Chorus]. Have you ever seen a show. With fellas on the mic. With one minute rhymes. That don't come out right?. They bite. They never right. That's not polite. [Yah Lover]. You dummies. The reason bitches want me to spend money. Just to spread 'em like gin rummy. I'm Yah Yah holier than Roshashana. With baby mamas that's pro-black like DeSada. The Lover large and at peace with his god. Behind bars. Y'all niggas living close with the guards. Fucking with y'all I'll always catch a charts. See Johanas Bach. She wanna run tell her sarge. Life's short I play hard. See your crew on the street. Better know I won't hesitate to spray y'all. I keep a wife for killing you. And everybody looking like you fag. It's a never-ending cycle. Can't nobody come and save you when I start shit. My letters like kryptonite to the Clark Kents. I'll rip a crew with dust and liquor too. Too despicable. Toss you off the Terrazone Richaloo. I rise like Christ. The third night on mics. But it ain't Easter. It's only death when I meet ya. [Hook]. So get the dick. Get the dick. Bitches everywhere. Get the dick. All the stupid family affairs. Get the dick. All you O-U-T's in here. Get the dick. We liquid. So get the dick. Motherfucker ya ya ya. Get the dick. [Chorus]. Have you ever seen a show. With niggas on the mic. With one minute rhymes. That don't come out right?. They bite. They never right.