Lyrics:

You don't know how we do things
Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit I'ma bust you
Gimme that fuckin wrench
I'm gonna crack this fuckin kid in the skull
Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things
You shut the fuck up
Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit
I'm one of them motherfuckers
Don't fuck with me
I'm warning you what the
Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker
Shut, shut up

I transcend
And continue to bring rhymes
Rappers is dime a dozen like your cars and train times
This is the shit
I'm not the ordinary cracker, I'm a Ritz
Step back Jack or collide with two fists
Blam!!!
To your chin
Blam!!!
To your skull
Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls
Rhymes hittin', from here to Reno
Pesky like a mosquito
Tougher than Scarface so call me Al Pachino
Wishin' like Skeeto to meet the Beatles
Eatin' some Fritos, a cool cat daddy like Chester Cheeto
Chantin' like the Santo Domingo Monks
Mortuary, livin close to the cemetary
Met a girl named Carrie, she told me she loved me and it's scary
Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars
Swoopin' down on brothers like they were faaaar better
Deal, caps get peeled, raps get dealed and dealt
12 inches keep spinnin, turntables with felt
Now give a little cut
That's enough
'Cuz I represent a style that's rough, tough
And built like a Tonka truck
Because I take abuse and keep on
Survival of the fittest first rule of the strong
I'm not made by Nabisco but I drink Cisco
When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Brisco
Combo meal, $2.95 oh what a deal
'Would you like that super-sized for 35 cents?'
For real? Okay, go 'head, just don't do no hawkin on my bread
Can I substitute my drink with a milkshake instead?
'Yes sir. Your total comes to $14.88'
Who I'm tryna feed, Michigan state? Can you relate?

(Chorus)
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me

Clap on clap off like the clapper
I'm such a hot stepper
Drinkin' some Dr. Pepper with my nigga Jed
He's the wrecker
Microphone check, 1 2 1 2, now tell these muthafuckas what you came to do
I came to bring the skills and try to pay the phone bills
I saw Jack and Jill doin' the nasty at the top of the hill
Comic books and bitches is the shit I dig
I don't wanna grow up 'cuz I'm a Toys'r'us kid
I get lost in space like Will Robinson, danger
Callin' the Dragonzord 'cuz I'm a Mighty Morphin' Power Ranger
Hittin' on the scene with karate kicks
OD'ing on sugar with the pixie sticks
And a big old fat glass of grape kool-aid
Chillin' with senior citizens, enjoyin' the shade
Stayin' paid, countin' a big old wad of cash
Hittin' on the scene like Jumpin' Jack Flash
A dash of pepper, Achoo! It made me sneeze
Always itchin' my balls like I got some type of fleas
Oh baby please, what you sees is what you get
A goofball wit long hair growin' wild like a Chia Pet
We just met, you know how I come across as I enforce
Sweatier than intercourse, spicier than hot sauce
Reinforce your lyrics lyricists, 'cuz I'ma smash
Takin' your titles and I'm not gon' stop 'til your career crash

(Chorus)
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me

Hickory dickory dock, tell them hoes they better stay off my cock
'Cuz I rolls with a pack of lunatics down the block
Bad alliance, big giants, House of Krazees runnin' shit for the '96 and then some
Representin' mad skills, pay the bills
Gotta act, bustin' hands on the dub sack
Now tell me who got the ill rhymes
Got you toe-tappin' like Gregory Hines, uh
I'm runnin' shit like a marathon, I'm stronger than teflon
And use my lips for when I get my drink on
Well I'm slightly bigger than the average man
Got an attitude, I get rude, you disrespect me and I'll split yo wig
Knick (Knick) Knack (Knack) Patty-whack, my name is Mr. Bones
Dunkin' lyrics in your ears like Eddie Jones
You better give it up for the original
Individual in disguise, so open your eyes, surprise
I fade 'em all like Jamal, I'm standin' tall
With my back to the wall, a bad brother like Lou Rawls
I'll fold ya, I thought I told ya, gun in the holster
Thought patterns run deeper than the minds of Minolta
I ain't actin', this ain't no play
Been eatin Play-doh and paint chips since I was eight
Can you relate?

(Chorus)
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town
Blam!!!
Very very difficult to fuck wit
You don't wanna fuck wit me