Lyrics:

Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin' the real shit, you know
All this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin', all this la-la-la and this
TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit, I'm not with that

Yeah, you listenin' to the sounds of the one, Rhythm X
The man, I'ma show you how to get wreck the right way
Not the wrong way
Watch me when I do this, pay attention
Check it out

Shut up, step back, that picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, dickhead, yo. take it as a bigger diss
I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin' like that homie Mark Spitz
How can you put up a fox against an alligator?
I chew your crew one by one like a Now and Later
I make a heavy man light, turn a Black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka
Crush-a, stomp another brother
I make MC's go 'hey-ho, hey-ho'
Look at me now, wassup? Hey, Joe
You say you bad but good, but soft as oak wood
Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' from no hood
I wipe your style like doo-doo when I beat ya
Treat ya like an old Bible rhymin' schoolteacher
Like my son, did your mother tell you?
Pee-pee's on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?
You know me, I know you, you droppin' lyrics
On the record that's spinnin' that smell like doo-doo, yo, get back
I rock styles on top, another funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift and make your girl smile
You better go off and think, 'cause I'm your father

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Check it, one two, you don't wanna step to
Crazy psycho patient from the Bronx comin' at you
I get hyper and deep, funky, freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, flow like Rhythm X
People know they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back, Black
Bustin' stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out
You say you good with the mic, man, I wonder why
You think I'm sleepin'? Pajamas on, beddy-bye
Rappers on my D-head, quick to stick in New York
Everywhere I go, ho, never ridin', I walk
You think you fly and don't try, yo, lick the penis, B
I ride around to Mars and go to Venus, see
Take you on a trip and make you bug out, freak out
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, I make a rapper go down
I make you quit rap and try to get with Bobby Brown
Slide and glide, boogie down like James Brown
Never will I say I, watch me when I do that
When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say 'Who dat?'
I know my tongue is long, just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic, respect the funk wizard
I know you breakin' your neck to hear the X stuff
Back to burn, yo Sam, yo, ain't the X rough?
I look at millions of groups and tell 'em get back

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
You rappers been played like suede Pumas, yo, bust it
I kick a style so rugged that make En Vogue wet
Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
Never will I stop it, got the target on your anus
Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be
I make you cry, kid, cover your face to me
I'm not the one, fairy tale like Patti LaBelle
My job is easy when I'm draggin' 'em down to Hell
You know my story when I'm throwin' you off the cliff
Them jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif
I see these suckers, better find another game plan
I never heard of you, stupid, what's your name, man?
Don't try to come back and cut your hair bald, B
Jump on my tip when you're takin' a fall, G
You see the style is mine, but can the X flow?
I'll make your fans get wild and boo your next show
Kick it when I feel it, the X style reveal it
Don't try that 'bee-bee-bo' flow, rap on no track
I give you more than some comp, I give you no slack
People know I wreck, did that kid get the message?
I drop a rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack
Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack