Once upon a time in a land called fuck
Lived a duck named donald and his mother was a cluck
Mickey mouse wore a rag, pants in a sag
Neighborhood kingpin, but his brother was a fag
Donald had beef, so mickey couldn’t sleep
They was hootin for a while, and it was gettin kinda deep
Bugs bunny had the props on the eastside spots
Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot
Goofy was mickey mouse righthand man
One day smoked a stick, and came up with a brand
Called pixie and dixie, two killers from chicago
A game of 5k, to eliminate donald
But what they didn’t know, is donald was a g
Had big time respect, from the west to the east
Haps up see, and listen to the funk
First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto
Huey and duey and louie with a
Shot down mickey mouse made .. minnie
Everybody know minnie got shot down
And the cop on the case was huckleberry hound
Huckleberry had a deputy, by the name of dog
Eye-witness to the crime was kermit the frog
But kermit was scared and he wouldn’t testify
Pixie and dixie just did a driveby
On donald duck, but they shot and they missed
And now bugs bunny is gettin kind of pissed
Cause the shot that they missed hit his homeboy elmer
Bugs sellin drugs on the motherfuckin corner
The future’s lookin shitty in fuck city
So they called in the feds, beetlejuice and miss piggy
Shit’s on the street, no that’s how it goes
Scene two in the funky cartoon from the ghetto
Now the war is on and mickey mouse is dead
Quick draw mcgraw took two to the head
Huey and duey and louie got caught
And now they in the county, ready to sell out
Pixie and dixie’s on the run from the mob
Cause they tried to kill donald and they didn’t do the job
Bugs bunny got popped, in a bar gettin drunk
Bullet fucked up beetlejuice, while miss piggy had a pump
Donald got the word that his nephews was snitchin
So tom and jerry stuck em on they way to the kitchen
Goofy was a punk and everybody knew
Him and huckleberry hound was spotted drinkin brew
In the alley out back, in the corner in the dark
But they both got smoked by jabberjaw the shark
Donald duck got the whole damn city sewed up
In a ghetto cartoon in a land called fuck
(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin better
Massive concussion, career over, no discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
Call in the doctor
He's been rocked and socked-up
Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up
He's gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents
[The Replacements]
These combinations are taking me places
Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
With tight laces
Makin faces as they body hit the canvas in pain
The championship belt is what I taste and claim
Survivin the game
Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here
Round for round I got the cowards runnin in fear
Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your Knockout King is up in the ring
[Hook]
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
4 to the body and 2 to the chin!
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
*ding* *ding* now it's on again!
[Verse 2 - The Replacements]
Uh, round for round and pound for pound
It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out
Got your corner-man yellin
(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
in a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool)
Fuck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool!
Yep that's me on the motherfuckin mic-a (mic-a)
Nova, happy to strike niggas like a viper
Who rules the step to the rep that I kept
for a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
I got mor flavour then a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Coolio locc and I'm down ta blast
Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a pepper's and I jacked his ass
Motherfuckers curse me but they can't hurt me
When I'm doin dirt, that's why I show no mercy
I flips tha scripts and it's tha dips when I rips
and rock tha fuckin house for the Bloods and Crips
Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta
droppin dogs on the ??? ???
40 Thevz and the band witta plan to make some stops
Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps
or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots
I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead
It was a black and white thang but now it's blue and red
This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more'n like a Blackman
Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman
Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin
They fightin punks, their rags is fucked, they shouldn't even be bumpin
Suckas play the back cos I'm dope when I rap
And my hand's on my motherfuckin nutsac
and it's like that!
It's time for me to step so I'm steppin in deep (deep)
I was born a thief soy a know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga wanna test me but he can't best me
Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly
Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka
cos you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker
C-C-Coolio but you can call me Boo
I drop da shit on ya lyrics cos ya rhyme style is doo-doo
ass, faeces, you don't wanna see me
with a flashlight cos I serve dat ass (right, right, right)
Word to the motherfuckin homies and you know you can't hold me
or throw me...so blow me
How many niggas must I stick
before you get my d'ift and fully understand not to fuck with this
I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and blown her
One night stand and once again she's a loner
Cos I won't be played out, strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
and I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets cos I'm hip to ya game
Hoes be acting like they love me but they only wanna fuck me
and suck me but don't touch me
Back up off me hooker cos I won't be taken
Go find you another motherfucker you can break it
I gots ta keep playin these niggas like ping-pong
and hit em like King Kong, they singin the same song
'93 is the year and yes I'm gettin bigger
Gave a shot to the 121 cos they my niggas
Scotty B ridin shotgun, BOOM he got one
Only God knows if he'll catch a hot one
Knick-knack paddy-wack Wino's in the back
and my hand's on my motherfuckin nutsac
And it's like that
Outro:
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na na na na na naaaaaa
*repeat x 2 *
And it's like that
