[Intro: DJ Bobcat]
Hey, hey Ren, hey check this out loc
Hey man I've been hearing a gang of busters
Talking a whole lot of unnecessary madness man
What if one of them marks
Come at you the wrong way, loc?

[Verse 1]
I'll beat somebody's ass on this track just for the hell of it
There the piece of punk there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat the fool like he stole something
And then I'll let the little sucker know where Ren is coming from
(Where you from, loc?)
I'm from Compton, everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for people that's thinking
That they're the bomb, that's who I'm tagging
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinking that you can step to Ren
You know you already blew it
Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes
But after stepping to Ren
They giving up rapping and singing the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a B-2
So you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview
That we don't play one fit
Cause MC Ren ain't a brother that you wanna try and get with
Knock a fool out in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not busting up a rhyme
Writing dope songs that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier...