I Get Wrecked (A Cappella)

I bring the blade all around

By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound

Comin' from the butcher shop

Fuck with KRS and the Dog, you get chopped

Chopped, say stop (Stop!), say stop (Stop!)

'Cause I'm true to hip-hop while others flip-flop

Never hit the tip-top, now it's time to get props

Wack MC's I just tax

I'll eat tracks, shit it out with Ex-Lax

Bitch-ass niggas step aside

Tenderoni rappers, meet your homicide

To all you non-believers, here's the men-icide

Genocide, come inside, you're goin' on a murder ride

I'm energetical, theoretical, copacetical

Alphabetical, hypothetical, yeah, that is cool

No, I'm not a fool, takin' you to school

Don't be late for school, fool

I'm fuckin' your girl while your ass is in school, fool

Wipe off the drool, 'cause I'm too cool

Kickin' MC's in the face like Van Damme

Shazam, hot damn, thank you ma'am

Don't eat Spam or no types of ham

You thought I fell off? You're smokin' somethin'

You thought I was soft? You on dope or somethin'

You must be on a can of dope or dog food

You actin' real rude, don't you know I'm Tim Dog, dude?

So go 'head and flex, if you got next

But when I get the mic I get wreck

So come on, come on, come on, come on

I'll eat that ass, that's word is born

Rrrrrrrrrrrr!

Can I get a yes? (Yes!)

Can I get another one? Yes! (Yes!)

Do I get wreck or get respect? (Yes!)

Are you the K, the K, the R, the S? (Ohhh yes!)

Well can I get a ho? (Ho!)

Can I get another one, ho? (Ho!)

Do I get wreck at every show? (Ho!)

Lyrically, I gots to flow (Ho!)

There you go

Now don't say nothin' while I'm deckin' ya, causin' hysteria

I've been in more battles than America, rap messenger

Comin' in quick, I pick the victim and stick 'em and watch 'em stagger

Rip another verse and watch his body splatter

Whether you like me or not, don't matter, Kris is not an actor

I burn your favorite rapper, leave him in stitches, weak bitches

Real renegade rap rebels rip rhymes ferociously

Which one of these pussy MC's can go at me?

Sleep if you wish and play me like a farmer, I get karma

Chop your ass up like Jeffrey Dahmer

My psychopathic fantastic classic puts you in a casket

On top of that, you can get your ass kicked quick

Aw shit, I'm physically fittin' admittin' I'm lyric lickin'

I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dick

And I'm the lyrical lunatic that flips all scripts with the quickness

Yo, I get heated like horse mentho-lyptus

Now, the microphone I must feel it, I must touch it up

Kris-One and Tim Dog's come to fuck it up

Evidently I bust shots 'til the Glock is empty, no safety

Pull the trigger gently, don't try to chase me down

Chase this sound, you must be buggin'

This is Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie

Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down production

Jump around because you want this, I function

Tim Dog, why don't you show 'em a little somethin'?

Baby, baby, um, maybe, maybe, um

You better run 'cause you know I have a gun

Bang, bang, boogie, up jump the boogie

Take that bullshit rap down the street

A-scooby-dooby-bop, be-bop, Scooby-Doo

That bullshit's not me, that bullshit is you

I come correct, get much respect

Do some hom-ity-hom-ity shit, and still get wreck

'Cause I'm the Dog, the motherfuckin' Dog, ya hear?

I'm the Dog, the motherfuckin' Dog, ya hear?

MC's come close but never could get near

'Cause I just smash, throw MC's through glass

Take his cash, whip his ass, and do a yard dash

So take your ass home, write a poem

And when you get nice, use the goddamn phone

'Cause I get buck wild, do some old freestyle

And beat you down with a turnstile

Doggy, doggy, bo-boogie, banana-fanna fo-foggy

Fee-fi-mo-moggy, doggy

Rappers goin' platinum doin' this bullshit

I do the same shit and make a big hit

'Cause if you don't like my lyrical flow, I gotta make dough

Don't you know, you little ho-mo-sexual?

I bet you will be in the dick if it turns into a hit

But that type of shit is jumpin' the fuck off

So I do the same, now I'm comin' off

So don't get upset if you can't get lyrical respect

Don't get mad, get wrecked

Yeah

Peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there

Peace to the Zulu Nation

Peace to Willie D and the Boogie Down Production posse

And peace to the South Bronx

Peace!