I Ain’t Wid Dat

Yo, black - I ain't with that!

[Verse 1]
From the day that I was born
I held this mic up and I sworn
Bust this, I'mma crush this
See, you're the [?] and I'm the [?]
[?] stuck to your backside like Krazy Glue
[?]
If you wanna get busy we can do this
'Cause from now on I'm sworn
To rip this party apart until it's gone and shredded
And I said it
And when it's over you'll have a headache
The Funkmaster is back
Got me a bowl of milk for them Sugar Smacks
'Cause I'mma eat 'em up for breakfast
I'm dangerous and I'm reckless
And yo slick, I'm fed up
And these rappers better shut up
You think [?] fell off track

Yo, black - I ain't with that!

Straight up and down on the strength
The Funkmaster is back and herе's the deal:
Sucker rappеrs, kill that noise!
Put it on ice and chill!
'Cause right about now we're about to flex
Let's go for a ride, I don't care who ya bring
'Cause the Grand Buddha, the Amazing Nubox and me, the Funkmaster Wiz Wiz gonna do their thing, boy!

[Verse 2]
You gotta be buggin' or out of your mind
To compete with the greatest rapper of all time
Two hundred and fifteen pounds of...
And if you think I'm not all that then meet me around the...
Corner, if you wanna
But if you do, yo punk, you's a goner
Hug your moms, say your pops goodbye
Wipe the tears from your little baby brother's eye
Tell your girls you had fun showin' 'em
Tell your friends it was real nice knowin' 'em
Say goodbye to him, say goodbye to her
And then come face me, the executioner
Get on your knees, get ready
Choppin' your head off, huh, with a machete
Bring all your friends, I want it to be crowded
'Cause I'mma scream and I'mma shout it out
'Cause I can't be wack, yo black - I ain't with that!

I ain't with that!

Let's take it away, Grand Buddha!

[Verse 3]
I'm not no joke, I'm not to be played with
Sucker rappers, shoulda stayed at [?]
[?] picking up my microphone
Said you can move the crowd, now move it
Said you're a rapper, prove it!
Trying to lick me, you can't whip me
That's on the strength, strictly
'Cause I'm fed up and I've had enough
Of that stuff that's making me hurrggh
[?] corny rhymes [?]
[?] personalities, you know what I mean
They suck, I think I [?]
I'm running you down with my truck, I don't give a-huh
It's a eighteen-wheeler named Sheila
Everytime she makes me feel a
Whole lot better when I'm uptight
I run a sucker rapper over on the road late at night
You know what? I really like this
It's just one less rapper in the business
Then I left a capital F on his chest
You know what that stands for, take a guess
Sucker rappers ain't getting no slack
'Cause, yo black - I ain't with that!

Yo, black - I ain't with that!

Yo, black - I ain't with that!