Ey-yo first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Box battle and break down
From the beat the wild tone
Jump in the cyclone
S-t yles yes yes I know
Give the red beam vaccine
Packed red beam
Put 'em up you up you plucked a bad seed
Off the wall spittin' in the guerilla tag-team
What's up now duck down stuff that can't breathe
Yo you know the routine the demon effect
Please don't step you wanna be one of my pet peeve's
The more beef the better sound strange
But you all wanna creep together ok
In the club what a cheesy sweater
Why not we got so much street credit
The rookie police let us
Now that's foolish 'cause we don't act sweet
'Cause I can run 10 laps in a track meet
Keep it movin' it's on now
Makin' it punk rile
Shakin' the funk rile
Fakin' the punk style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now watch your battleship get sunk down
Click click pow pow knocked knocked down down
What just what I thought what's up now
Click click pow pow knocked knocked down down
What just what I thought what's up now
Hu I'm like hu-hu
Hold it down never give in
Styles ever get limbs
Or whether you want it to end
Dirty m'again I burn 'em again
05 serving them sins
Or 30 your friends get knocked out turbulent wind
Hopped out what you want take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers fins
C'mon
Yo I got a rock style
Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em
With a distorted guitar stream
Who am I rushin' roulette komoti
Pushin' your bed hotter than quebec in july
Area 51 stereo rive gun live
Here we go s-o-b drop some
For the kids in the hall with the new block tape
Blast from both angles like boom dock saint
So get up get up and let the sound hit ya
Snap this audio-style picture uh
Keep it movin' it's on now
Making it punk rile
Shaking the funk rile
Fakin' the punk style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now watch your battleship get sunk down
Click click pow pow knocked knocked down down
What just what I thought what's up now
Click click pow pow knocked knocked down down
What just what I thought what's up now
Hu I'm like hu-hu
Uh who the hell wear splittin' the belly up on a selfish
Shinnin' in your style playin' the fell blitz
Drillin' your brain like rap and video games
But it's a **** the styles gettin' into your face
Yo what kind of stuff is he drawn
Really is styles really
Be on c'mon punk shove off you really gotta be gone
Ripped out of your brain
Triped over your lip to dispossess your b-game
Sunable
What's with this chilling eating kibbles'n bits
There ain't enough street talking the globe
I can't fix get it
I'm sick with it
When I spit the venom and it drip's up in 'em
And it get's the women in a quick dilemma
We can settle it now
And I don't know who did it but
They said it was styles
Click pow knocked down what
Just what I thought what's up now
Hu I'm like hu-hu
Hu I'm like hu-hu
Click pow knocked down what
Just what I thought what's up now
I'm like hu
Click pow knocked down what
Just what I thought what's up now
I'm like hu