[Intro]
(Oh, my goodness)
(Hit it)

[Verse 1: Willie D]
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they ass kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy ass out of Dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn bystander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get T-rolled, bitch
I'm inclined to physically whip your ass
But if you wanna blast
Make a motherfucking motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a damn funeral next week
From the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a n***a down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so damn fly
It makes 'em say, "Hmm, he's a nice guy"
So, a n***a try to play me like a ho
Uh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no
I get dead on his ass, so when I'm striking
He better no fall, or I'ma make his ass read these Nikes
[Interlude]
(Oh, my goodness)
(Oh, my goodness)

[Verse 2: Willie D & Bushwick Bill]
You read these Nikes 'cause you've fucked up, punk
Here's the definition of getting your ass stomped
Another n***a insane, kicking ass extremely
So you weak-ass hoes, keep dreaming
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
Fuck yeah, NyQuil that sickness
Yeah, and when I form this gesture
Don't call mama 'cause the bitch can't help you
Better yell for a paramedic
Or something of nature
'Cause I'ma try to break your ass into motherfucking particles
And see if I can get you in a newspaper article
To hell with emotions
I don't stop 'til I cream a motherfucker like lotion
Remorse, what the fuck is that?
I'll beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack
Getting it mild, I don't play that shit
Fuck having mercy on a goddamn bitch
N***a, it could be your mama
But if she fucks with me, her ass is gonna read these Nikes
[Interlude: Bushwick Bill & Willie D]
Yo, D, I saw the way you stomped that motherfucker and left your trademark upside his head
Yeah man, that was one of my off nights
I usually leave the whole motherfucking logo

[Verse 3: Willie D]
I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick
Friends ain't shit when you're getting your ass kicked
But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
Chop-chop, yeah, bitch
It ain't nothing but a mere formality
Every sucker motherfucker is a casualty
I kick ass, you want evidence?
Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint
From motherfuckers that donated blood to the kid
Now, do you wanna make a bid?
I didn't think so
'Cause I'd have your ass screaming just like a damn ho
When I hit you in your goddamn mouth
And show you what a real n***a's all about
When I dispose of your ass like waste
And nothing but my shoe is in your motherfucking face
You're reading these Nikes

[Interlude: Willie D]
(Oh, shit)
Look at you now (Oh, shit), motherfucker (Oh)
Look at you (Oh, man)
I told you not to fuck-fuck with me (Alright, man, I quit)
But you had the cour-courage to try something, motherfucker (I quit)
Don't fuck with me (Oh shit, oh, man)
(Hit it)
[Verse 4: Willie D]
Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer
I'm at the club, rapping to this yellowhammer
This bitch was holy, severely cut
So I'm rapping to her, right? To see if she'll fuck
I never asked if she was taken, 'cause honestly
That type of shit don't matter to me
Just when we was leaving out the goddamn door
Some trick-ass n***a fronted me 'bout the whore
I let the fool fly with a diss or two
But the n***a kept pushing the goddamn issue
So I pulled out the nine millimeter
And bust his ass in the head, you could see the
Blood gushing out his goddamn skull
He played his self, now his ass getting drugged
I was charged with aggravated assault
But before I got off his ass, I made him read these Nikes

[Outro: Willie D]
(Oh, my goodness)
Read these Nikes (Motherfucker)