Lyrics:

Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this trackStop as we drop this bombBlow up this place like another VietnamHeavy like a Tyson blow to the domeBack up son give me room give me roomTo set it off like this don't give it upI'm all up in you till you just can't get enoughReal hard to the bone you want moreI sneak up on you like a sniper at your back doorPhat flavor for your brain you know the timeSo check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mineRoll up on you like EastwoodBlowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhoodI spreads butter like ParkayReal smooth with flow and even when I parlayDo what you feel and check the skillI'm in your grill peep this I got the raw dealI'm in your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land CruiserWhen you're rolling through the hood you want to use aTrack like this all up in your eardrumSo check the E.Q. and let them speakers humAnd gets crazy like ProzacHype enough to start a party and ill as a heart attackRound one round two knockoutStraight to your head my round never lights outTah rah tah rah tah rah boom deeTah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee aJimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yeaGimme the mic Rob so I can take it awayGot more lines than the welfare officeAre you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop itYea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped itCrude as oil unrefined but slickI'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convictCause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunchThat like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punchYo