[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Whereas, there are seven MCs
Six which are in physical form, and one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh... (Hood!)

[Verse 1: Kid Hood]
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (Shiittt!)
I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Laid out on your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis
Extra! Extra! Pick up a clip
I tear ass out the frame (Ha!), and grab my dick (Oh!)
I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats of crews
I'm death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say "Oh no!," you bitch-ass (Hey!)
I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all time
Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass n***a
Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it! Kick the can
(Say what?! Say what?!) I'm a bad- bad- bad- bad-
Oh, shit