(Clip from Sopranos Season 4, Episode 48 - Whoever Did This: 
*Cell phone rings* 
TONY: Yeah? 
CHRIS: It's me. 
TONY: Called you half-a [bad word]  hour ago! 
CHRIS: Yea, Adriana put my keys where I couldn't find 'em. 
TONY: Go to the [bad word] store, get two pairs of surgical gloves, 
some [bad word] to our friend's house - the contractor.) 

Yo, swing the sword for the classic year?Bring the noise with your hands up,
slash and tear?Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air?
Spitting on the baby bib in the plastic chair?What's up stupid? 
Shoot this?One five one in the shot glass, hot flash?
Banging on the [bad word]  huh?We cause havoc down in Las Vegas?
Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases?
We outrageous, name the streets gave us?
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers 

I let them all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber?
Thumbs up! another banger?Untuck the flamer, [bad word] 
It's like getting hit with a [bad word] Brains and guts?
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff?
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up?OK, 
I'll let a sucka's fly once?Face down, found him in his Cap'n [bad word] 

Uh, malpractice, a bang-all jam?I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, [bad word] back the cannon
What's up partna, I got ya (what, what)
Hope that spoken gunshots crack the pinata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash?
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?

Set the pace like a mustang, mashin'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress
Stop, you ain't got access, watch
I'm'a change my asset, Ryu and Tak
You little [bad word] in the game, you can suck my [bad word] Lay flat on the ground don't make a peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach 

Get the bleach 

Guess who's got [bad word] gloves and the bleach?
Guess who's rockin' every club, that's me
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top??
S.OB. got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not
Who got next up? Ryu and Tak 

Yeah, here [bad word]  all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sand with a Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gushing, relish and pink mustard, huh
I'mma slam 'till I tear it to bits 'til the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game, you feeling grilled like P.F. Changs
Hopscotch on the corpse 'till I drop the torch
And burn crews for their views that would rock with force
Saying, don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, [bad word] back the cannon
What's up y'all, we don't [bad word] one [bad word] all
'Til we drop the ball like 

Get the bleach, get the bleach 
Get the bleach, get the bleach 
Get the bleach 
... 
Get the bleach (Yea) 

(*Phone beeping* 
Yo, yo, Shinoda, Shinoda from the South Dakota 
It's Big Ghost right here, you know what I mean? 
With the baking soda and the ... 
This, this ... yo, that ... 
We finished off that joint for, um, you and Lupe 
You know what I mean? So yo, um, hit me back, 
I was tryin' to understand your rap 
You know what I mean? 
You got me, like, kinda twisted over this 
I want you to try to explain it 
Alright?)