Straight From Queens LL COOL J (Ft. Lt. Stitchie)

Uncle
Rippin the microphone
And blowin the stage apart
These MC's ain't got no heart
They need to quit before they start
Shakin and breakin 'em down
Best at least
Fuckin 'em up up at least
Smackin 'em in a pilek
Now have a stomp and a smile G
Raisin
Replacin
Like Jason
When I be chasin
These rappers
Machetti style
Choppin down
Their petty style's bassin
All in my face
You got the mic
But I gotta getcha off it
You got my rhyme
Now cough it
Brother sweat the tip and forfeit
You're nada
Know nota
I'm hotter
You're a slow trotter
Karate
Switch the e into an a
And it's karata
When I come on
I'm rippin it up
Just like a madman
I fly your head
Chop off your legs
And make your head stand
Tax and wreckin these chumps
All of them I rub out
You know the time
What's on your mind
You know I never go out
I be breakin bouts
Ya boys
Your block is full of bums see
You never was too clever
Stick the fork in you
You're done G