Lyrics:

'Fuck em, fu-fu-fuck fuck 'em all'
'I bury those cockroaches'
'What'd they ever do for us?'
'I bury those cockroaches'
'Fuck you man!'

(Willie D)
I gotta bone to pick 'cause I'm sick
Of you motherfuckers talkin' shit
We put you up, you put us down and I'm mad
Time to talk about your dog ass

(Scarface)
Jealous motherfuckers it seems wanna try the Ak'
'How do you do em?' Fuck 'em up like a cardiac
So if your curious get a blood donor
'Cause I'mma fuck you up so bad, that your momma won't know ya
I pity the fool who diss the mastermind of wreckin shit
Now let me tell ya somethin' bitch
Get yaself headstone a plot and some pine
'Cause when I catch up with ya, ya ass is mine
The line is drawn word is bond
The motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and gone
Punk motherfuckers gon suck a dick
Bushwick, 'Yo money' what you think about this bullshit?

(Bushwick Bill)
Fuck those unknown motherfuckers
With a 10 foot pole they can't touch us
Before the Geto Boys came around
You can't front their clout, H-town was no town
Yeah we know you still skeptic
'Cause we ain't kissin' no God damn ass to be accepted
And if you're waitin on that to happen sucka
You'll be a waitin motherfucker
Shit outta luck, stuck and got fucked
Thumbs up to those who down with us
For you other mothafuckas in the atmosphere
I'm sayin' fuck you loud and clear

(Bushwick Bill)
Radios, newspapers, TVs
Spreadin lies across the seven seas
Many people thought we couldn't endure
Niggaz are buyin it now they ain't so sure
Billboard has us check out our status
I don't understand you hoes, what's the matter

(Willie D)
The motherfuckers are sick
Constipated, col' fulla shit
They tried to keep us off the market
Straight up hoe shit, they had to stock it
My back don't pack no monkeys
'Cause I kick mo' ass than a donkey
I gotta pump but I will jump
Yous a punk or a one on one ya run to the trunk
If you're motherfuckin fee fista shoo
I'm Willie D and I came to say, Fuck you!

Fuck you has been stated by the underground master
Show me a hacidity bitch and I'll blast her
Fuck you is what I'm sus should do
And spit on ya nasty ass when I'm through
You don't like me, 'cause what ya see is a figure
Of a for real ass nigga
I won't iron your clothes or pay rent at your place
'Cause ain't a damn thing baby about my face

(Bushwick Bill)
The whole faculty's on crack
You say I can't wear my hat, but yo, fuck that
You call yourself teacher, but what's bein taught?
How to fuck kids and not get caught?
How can your teacher reach ya
They're too busy in the halls tryin' to fuck the other teacher
Bushwick Bill (?some Jamaican I imagine?)

(Ready Red)
Fuck the motherfuckin critics, fuck newspapers
Fuck the radio stations
And fuck your parents against rap
We buried ya fuckin' cockroaches

(Willie D)
To every motherfucker who diss my crew
I'm sayin' fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do?
I got an arsenal in my Blazer for instance
Some shit that'll shake the ground so keep ya distance
Parents confiscatin my tapes
Sendin letters and shit talkin' bout how they hate
The album Controversy's they're rebellin
I don't give a fuck cause the shits still sellin
So this is how the D'll respond
I'mma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sons
And if you don't like it, spouse
You can suck my dick until your lips fall off
I've had it up to here with this bullshit
To each I preach without a pulpit
Calls I don't do, nails I don't chew
Whenever I fix my mouth to say, FUCK YOU

'I Bury those cockroaches'