Huffed and he puffedHuffed and he puffedBlew tha house downNow
how dat soundNever no neverGive up gotta gotta live upTo my
nameTriple double in da rap gameCause I ain't goin
niggatronicSmart e nuff to know I ain't bionicWit my main
man HarryNot ConnickRather rap my black as ofGetcha hooked on
phonicsGood e nuff to know no endoThru it out tha windowAlong
wit tha Super NintendoI'm a strict daddyGot dat rightGod
damn rightBut have a good time/Dyn-o-miteIts just that I
don't talkThat same ol crap (shit)Cause papa got a brand
newBag fulla rap (hitz)The world don't work no more no
moreThe world wont work no moreAin't gonna woek no more no
moreVerse IIMy main knick knack paddy wackC'mon & give a
damnConfrontational manIz what I amIz what I amI'm tearin
down da house that Jack builtCause he killt whoever he wanted &
huntedAnd tax the backs of the environment macksWho plan in da
silence of the skamsA world dat wont workNo more/no moreMother
earth gets treated like a whoreAnd he doeth great wondersSo that
he maketh fire comeDown from heaven on the earthIn sight of
menToms to the left of meBombin to the rightWorld good nightHe
got destructionIn his appetiteOn a platter a planetTo him it
doesn't matter3-2 at the plateUp go the greedy
batterEnvironmental alarmTo all not someGood GodCause we
don't get two of emI was told that oil & water don't
mixBut the new world orderGot a disorder& so I dissCuss my
disgustIf I mustOne earth is da birth outta all of usAnd so I
dissAfter the mathDisaster wit a European autographI.Gonna be
bedlamIf he spread emDa trigga is cockedNowhere to flockII.Gonna
be bedlamIf he spread emPass da wordF what you heardIII.Gonna be
bedlamIf he spread emGlock is cockedNow drop da propsGonna be
bedlamIf we spread emThe day the whole world couldn't do
itRepentOh no!Check the preacher what he spentOne way ticket to
God to fix scarsWoman & man runnin the land sea & air poorDo we
all go the way of the dinosaur? orTo hell & back attackThe new
clear fog got us sniffin likeAtomic dogsPocket fulla pimp daddy
movesPut a code on a canWhatta hell of a man, shootinTrigga
pollution, planet prostitutionUprootin da thirdWe go to the way
of the birdCan't do whatcha want to da placeDon't
waste my placeWhere you from?We only got one