Lyrics:

Gentlemen, welcome! I look foward to a tournament of truly epic proportion. We are unique, gentlemen, through long years or rigourous training, sacrifice , denial, pain
Yeah, this is uh a Nickatina creation
You probably never heard nothing like this, but check it out
I got flavor and all them thangs you know
Yeah, bitch, suck a dick or hit the door
It's like a vessel, clearer than a crystal
Hotter than a pistol
Man, I give a whistle
Then gather up my Converse in a herd
Niggas flock together like the ravens in 'The Birds'
The movie, the movie by Alfred Hitchcock
Bitch, I got your block
Bitch, i got your block on kryptonite lockdown
I'm worshipped like a Kansas City Royal
Or sheik that's up in Bagdhad living off the oil
Rough and ready, eatin´ on Italian-made spaghetti
The way I Pend Her Grass, mothafuckers call me Teddy
Bear, yeah, litte brown Yogi
Fuck them US made TV's I'd rather fuck with Sony
Mitsubishi, my girl name is Sun Duck Kim
Her father is the president of IBM
'Thats him' is what the cops say, when they see a n***y
I´m thinking Casper, I get ghost on the piggy
To the den
Andre Nickatina all in
A nigga making dykes want dicked again
The ace of spades, shit can get colder than a glacier
But sweeter than them licorice on them zig zag papers
You´s a scallywag, you wait forever and wear a toe tag
But, bitch, I leave a gash like a 44 mag
On your dash, board, I ranks like Shabba
Just to pull a gun on an OG and he yell 'Momma! Daddy!' Someone call the fuzz
Motherfucker down with that Colombian drug
I´m not a saviour, shit vibrates like a pager
I got my bow and arrow stretched
Just about to aim her something proper
Swinging blades like a helicopter
Instead I crab meat, spend my cash
And chow down on a lobster with the sauce, bitch
My boss back and his boss
You fucking with Kriss, you gonna get Krossed out
Nothing but dick in your mouth
I went to vegas to see the tyson fight and brought a quarter ounce
To smoke, to sell, you really can't tell
So many fine hoes you think it´s heaven or hell, you pick
My timer tick tock a Timex
***** look for pussy when they can't find sex
What, uh, yeah!
My **** Mike-Mike, uh
This is uh, a Nickatina creation
Today´s date is what...
October third
About three-thirty in the morning
And we awake like owls