[Intro: King Tee]
King Tee's [bad word] again...Yo, check this out: awww [bad word]  aw [bad word]  I
Wanna dedicate this song to all them [bad word] out there that-that-that-
That-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin'...perpetratin'... perpin'
Tratin'. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo...King Tee, man, what is this? What is
This?)

[Verse one: King Tee]
Some cool [bad word] for the King's anthology
And when I'm done, don't expect no apology
Stupid [bad word] shoulda stepped when I warned 'em
I'm from the Boondocks [bad word]  California
I'm just anxious to whoop some [bad word] I went to high school, but I flunked every class
So what makes you think I give a [bad word] about respect?
I'll put your [bad word] in check, and I'll bet
You [bad word] up, son of a punk and a [bad word]  too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew
Cuz ya'll be poppin' some [bad word] that's unheard of
For you, what's the word? Uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son
When I be [bad word]  your hood with a passion
And I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson
When [bad word] you [bad word] for ammo
Or get played like a [bad word]  piano...

And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the [bad word] 
Lench Mob (what's up, [bad word] ), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now
Man what's up? Yo, yo...

[Verse Two: Ice Cube]
Do-Ray-Me. But I don't sing, [bad word] I kick [bad word] with the King, [bad word] Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass
And if [bad word] up, I'll sock your [bad word] And watch that eye get swollen
Cuz I'm playin' punk niggas like Beethoven
So bust a cap or swing and die [bad word] Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I
Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine
So One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme
But I bust one more for the suckers
Last year I [bad word]  now I'm Lenchin' [bad word] And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews
Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh
Now every [bad word] that crossed me's soprano
Cuz I played their [bad word] like a [bad word]  piano...

[King Tee] Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in the [bad word]  house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some [bad word] to [bad word] On, man, bust this [bad word] 
[Verse Three: MC Breeze]
Well, I'm-a take the mic like it was a jack [bad word] with the beat as long as the track moves
Hot as lava, organized like a seminar
Serve you, your crew, him, and them and a
Couple of rap-saps who think they can get butt
You slipped and [bad word]  so nitwit, just get the nuts
Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes
Better walk a chalk line, not [bad word]  a tightrope
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift
Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls
If I bust a nut for every rhyme I had, I'd get blue balls
Serious as drama, I'm-a watch her say "Me too."
You're shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through
You're nothin' like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent
I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent
Cuz B-R-E-E-Z-will eas-i-ly re-main to be-e a top MC
When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol
Now you got played, like a [bad word]  piano

[Verse Four: King Tee]
This is just a sample of three black nig-roes
Who grew up in the heart of the ghetto
Doin' what we had to just to make ends meet
Some steal for a livin', some stand on the street
Just slang. Some gang-bang, but big deal
They say [bad word]  you gotta kill or get killed [bad word]  police pull ya over, slam ya down
Then tell ya that your hood is their town
And I ain't goin' for no [bad word] like that;
Cuff me up, take me to jail, [bad word] back
Talkin' much [bad word]  cuz I talk what the [bad word] I feel
few weeks in the county ain't