Lyrics:

[Hook]
Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin
Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin
Let it begin let it begin
Let the madness begin and let the brains blow if you grin

[Verse 1: Rock, Ruck]
A-yo run for your guns me and son coming through
Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue
This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam
Cause we send 'em home with crazy slugs in they dome
Blown out the frame by the Rock, Mr. Flipster
Shit's Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter

Right by your side with my eyes on the posse
I see duke in red he said he wanna drop me
Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap shit

Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel
Two to his cheek cause he weak so's his jaw
Nigga played hisself fronting like he hard to the core
More I hear pussy talk more I want flip
See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip
Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels
Tool's cocked it ain't April 1st but I'm breaking fool
Warn punk niggas test Rock it's like touching live wire
Catch a shock to your knot
From a Glock that I pop, you don't want it with the Rock
Better duck dumb fucks you're out of luck
You got caught by the Ruck

First of all, niggas don't know jack, my flow's fat
So fat, my gat splat at niggas who claim that my shit's wack
You don't know I thought you knew it
Too late bitch you blew it
Now I'mma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis
One, two, three four five
Six seven eight niggas, oh shit where's my nine
Mil I drill fine skills into your mental
Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not
You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker
Might lose his life, cause I'm trife in the night

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ruck]
What's the deal nigga? Set it off in the dark
I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark
The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked
Keep it real my clique roll thick like Hasidics
Plus, I be there like Jackson, breaking your backs and
Asking who want more, that's when my gat spin
So chump chill 'fore my pump kill
You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill
The lyrical whatever, cause whatever is lyrical
I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical
Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps
You yapping 'bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets bitch
This nigga Ruck is fucking crazier than ten niggas
I send niggas to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggas
So what? Pussy bring it on
Word is bond, Sean got songs that's mad strong

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rock]
Listen, another nigga bluffing
Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffing
You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break
Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache
So take your monkey ass to the rear
Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square
Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle
What duke I lay more niggas flat out on they back than a slut do
Who knows what you seem to be, I didn't gas you
But you can keep it moving 'fore I beat your gassed ass
You punk bastard, you could get the gat quick
Or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the Chapstik
Or a fat dick and that's it
Heltah Skeltah, letting the brains blow and that's if we

[Hook]