[Verse 1: Young Zee]
I dig up bars of Wallace's like archaeologists
Through parks where fossils is
I'm a Martian rhymin' Sith
I make a monster drift off the side of a cliff
Into the ocean, jump out of it, climb onto a pirate ship
My rhymes is insane them silence is
Why guys killed their wife and kids
I eat hybrid pigs, my rhyming hits wetter than a vagina is on a Chinese bitch
I'm Mike and Prince in '96 at rhyme events
Off Heinekens I battle any guy he gets
Old men, even little kids, nine and ten and Siamеse twins
Just with a knife on him I walk into a lion's den
And comе out with a brand new outfit of tiger skin
It seems every day I'm fightin' men
'Cause I climb they wife like I was Spider-Man on Vicodin
I'm an orangutan from Mars, this shit monkey bars

[Chorus: Young Zee & Vinnie Paz]
This shit monkey bars
Yeah! Young! Yo Flu, salute 'em!
This shit monkey bars, yeah
This shit monkey bars
This shit monkey bars
This shit monkey bars
This shit monkey bars
This shit monkey bars
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
The MAC popper, the fast talker (He invented that shit up)
Homie, you knee high to a grasshopper
I learned to shoot the blickie with my grandfather
Motherfucker smokin' hizzie like a land otter
My older brother hit a lick inside a Grand Highlander
The bullets more smaller but the can larger
Motherfuckers hate what they can't conquer
You being pussy, somethin' you can't alter
This dummy got a funny one
How you got no money when all that you do is money talk?
I will let the 720 bump Motherfuckers runnin' for cover doin' a somersault
It's a message of survival
Gordon Sumner, put the message in a bottle
The weapon is colossal (You got the mop)
Dolce and Gabbana, the silencer on the nozzle (Yeah)
Stupid!

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, Young!
Welcome home, brotha!
Yeah, the Outs!
Yo Flu, what up killa?
Yeah, Vinnie P, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
PPP, k'namsayin'?
Official Pistol! Young Zee
Yeah, salute 'em
Fuckin' dummy!