[ Bushwick Bill ]
Say D and Ak, those muthafuckas are down there at the mall protestin aginst us, man
[ Willie D ]
What?!
[ Scarface ]
Man, you bullshittin, man
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo, this's on the deuce, fuck the one
I bullshit you not, my nigga
I walked in there, seen muthafuckin picket signs and shit
Sayin 'ban the Geto Boys', we're a bad influence on their kids
How the fuck they gon' do that?
I'm about two shakes of a rattlesnake tail off they ass
[ Willie D ]
It's time to get dead on they ass...
[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]
You goddamn parents are trippin
Gimme some of that shit you been sniffin
You don't want your kids to hear songs of this nature
But you take em to the movies to watch Schwarzenegger
Fuck that 'land of opportunity' shit
I don't need permission to sell a damn hit
I say what I want, when I want, how I want
Try to stop me, get your fuckin ass stomped
Call me a bad guy, but in reality
Most you muthafuckas curse worse than me
You rabble-ass, I show it, you goddamn hypocrite
I ain't hidin shit, so suck my dick
You mama can't relate, cause her mind is weak
Fuck that shit she preach every week
You contradict yourself in ever phrase
Do you know a stupid-ass parent that's always
(Talkin loud, sayin nothin)
