[Redman]
Nah nah nah, [bad word] that!
Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap, that's [bad word] on the story of Jack Sprat
So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house [bad word] 
And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid [bad word] #33;')
I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails
Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of [bad word] 
I'm just quick to smoke your family then [bad word] your sister
That's what type of [bad word] I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?
Cause every since I was an infrant I was different
Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it
I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step
Cause she hit me with a left, then another left
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it takes just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, [bad word] that, I walk by and I spray [bad word] 
Then carve my name in your pavement
I was Rated 'X' but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level
Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's [bad word] 
What's the flavor ?Tim?  [bad word] what you heard, this rated R)

 [bad word]  repeat 4X

"I'm rated R, this is a warning" --> Rakim
"Boy you can't [bad word] with me!!" --> Ice Cube

Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends
And if I didn't know ya, to [bad word] witcha punk
And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)
Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P
The best part about it, I got AIDS, [bad word] #33;
Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women
Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin
I grab my [bad word] with a tight grip, cause I might flip
(Yo Red, kick that hype [bad word] on who you had a fight with!)
I had a fight with Chuck, the punk [bad word] 
Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (BING!)
Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked it; cause it was August
And he was talkin this trick or treat [bad word] (Trick or treat!)
Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop
Norman Bates work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver Freddy [bad word]  dreamed about
Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up
That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate
My rap style, so to cut em off I [bad word] 
And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up
With the one-two punch, like servin a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
Then ask him where the [bad word] did he get his [bad word] raps from
I know, from me, THE original P-Funk
See ya next LP chump!