Stomp da Roach

[Intro: Scotty Wotty]

It's the sasquath, Jackpot

The roach killer, that's what we do

You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards

[Scotty Wotty:]

We ain't tripping, read the sentence

The Gods got it locked like upper Maine in Sam Quinten

You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed

Walking round like Deebo, cause you slight built

It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard

We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras

And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad

Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab

Vaccum packed, concealed, no room for breath

I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death

So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on

And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns

And eat with the beast, in the valley of death

Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left

Stomp out a roach with the decon breath

All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo

[U-God:]

Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on

Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on

You can run on, and start ducking and dodging

I pluck you, crush you right between the margin

I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid

The black flag nigga, the bio hazard

The econimist of the bio standard

And he sprayed the myst on them fly's that landed

And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but

I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks

Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box

Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks

Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops

Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block

Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know