[Intro]
Hurragh!
Yo, R.A.? Get these bitches on my house, man, what's goin' on?!
Yo, this is rocking real!
BLAOW!!!

[Hook]
Fat bitch (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Stank whore (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Cave bitches (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Smelly snatch (Hookin' with the hookers!)

[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Rrarrghoh, check out the flow but the brothers can't get with the program
But they bitches don't debate us they respected now (?)
So play this rock a bitch like Amadeus (suck my dick!) I don't let 'em
The man Gibbs is in the house, ya better know this cat
I got my Basket Case shirt on my back
So I got 10 Joe so I fuck 10 hoes
I got more raps then ya mother got dildos
And I suppose, I take off the phat bitches clothes
Then I feel upon a fat bitches rolls
I drink ya blood of an ignoramus got to have a pregnancy test
I dismember a million dead rabbits, why do you do it to me?!
I don't care who she be that I stick any fat booty, I see
Now I'm impressed by the Cap, pick up the mic slow would ya get me now!
[Verse 2: Glen Gibbs]
Stick 'em up, shut your idol up, aw fuck
I got the bitches turning tricks doing backflips to this funky stuff
Enough's enough it's time to get down, and I mean on it
Not like this punk ass bitch kids who claim they the hardest
Just grab the mic, pick it up and do your thang
If you get some props, cool but if not you'll proper get a karate kick
So reminisce on this quick
And bust and boom the cats, rats growing like a fucking monsoon
You know they hitting hard word up, cuz I'm hard at hitting
I'm leaving MC shitting and girls extremely dripping
So check the fact ass black dope enough to slay
'Cos hey, hey, Cap, don't give a motherfuck what they say

[Verse 3: Capital T]
Aw shit, give me a drink, bitch
Give me a drink because these n***as on the brink
Now who am I let's try a stiff one I'm that tight maniac
So get the fuck back or get ya ass cracked
N***a like I don't fuck around, I don't play-play
I rip shit, backflips and I'm (?) like O.J
Crustified n***as pullin' triggers on the flip
Tip, with the dibbs (?) bring ya fuckin' whips
Therefore, I'm do it on ya handle
The n***as talkin' shit but you see I Do-ray-Me yo
'Cos I hit a hoe, I make a hoe take a bath
Hit the hoe, make it last swing around her snatch (whoo shit!)
You wanna know me? You wanna know me but ya gotta blow me
And when you (?) I let you do my homies
[Hook]
(Undecipherable) (Hookin' with the hookers!)
Hookin' with the hookers!
Hookin' with the hookers!
Michael Jackson (Hookin' with the hookers!)

[Verse 4: Glen Gibbs]
(Ya big faggots)
Am brag-a-docious, ferocious I hold this: two-tonne magnificent
Rhyme, my n***a R-A, I knows it's
Attractin' emcee's, and hip hop fanatics, addicts
It's so dope, they got a fuckin' habit, but just chill you can't
Stick it in ya vein, pain, ya need the boombox that rock that get into ya brain
As I flip it on and off, and on/off, I flip it
So make some fucking noise if you down with it (Raarg!)
Yo ya bought it
I'll school ya ass, likes a kid from kindergarten
I take a bat out ya ass like a hood they robbin'
What you startin', ya better smarten up
Before you get shut down like a sitting duck rip shit quick
On the mic, yes, I snap (yo, kill 'em, Cap!)
Now you bitches know who the fuck I am?

[Verse 5: Capital T]
I knew I could flow but you never knew how good
Bitches know I'll be cos they I'm no good (aah!)
Quick where's my drink, I think I can see clear now
I get so fuckin' hype, I do it.. triple sound
'Cos I flip with the lyrics, while my lips
Tic-tac-toe a hoe while tip toe thru her tulips
'Cos I get diesel, fuck Evil Knievel
It's not one of my idols, I fuck-a upon my bibles
It's lunatic on the music, get ya corny ass crew
And get ya ass kicked, let me get ya Crustified mad trip
Catch a cap thru the back or an axe to the torso
Then ya girl ride me like a horse, yo!
(Do me, do me like that... YA FUCKIN' WHORE!)

(It's the children!)

[Verse 6: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Look what she sees, the goal is not crusta-female species
Yo, baby, I get props, he chased this girl for in her species
And with that B, ya better batter me
You front on real motherfuckers, I could piss on your whole posse
Raaaorrgh, I might not be cute, without a second doubt
With my (??) pick up the boots, so don't test, arrest this testis
I put my nutsack in your raps until she looks like Dizzy Gillespie
Why no team better than meeee now
(?) on ya titties
I got my (?)

[Hook]