[Chorus]
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
So sit, Buddah, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?

[Verse 1]
Hippity, hippity humper, don't stop [?]
When the beat my [?] waan fi boogie the, boogie the back, come now
Slip at the top of the [?], my [?] top of the version, come now
Ba-da-dum, bad, I'm a bad to the bone, a knock inna mi yard, come now
Supada-cadada-fragilistic is my profession, come now
We [?]
Jump, get smoked like Cypress Hill bomb
Dancehall gone, mi gone wid dancehall
They could never catch up mi dung a racecar
Racecar backway still a racecar
Kong still is King and King is still Kong
Call try a gun and gun a try call
And nuh matta weh yuh put mi, mi come fi play ball
I get in [?] haffi fast rap pon song
[?] Busta Rhymes songs
Style weh dem get it from a mussi papa song
Slip at the top of the [?], my [?] top of the version
Slip at the top of the riddim like mi puppa inna di Bentley
Like mi bredda fi come fi kill dem, like mi bredda fi come fi, come now
Drop, drop when mi bust at di ceilin'
Drop, drop, what a wonderful feelin'
Put on di gun and put on di laugh, finna [?] up di place
[?] into di place, [?]
[?]
Don't matta, make up a face, I make up a case, I make a disgrace
[Chorus]
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
So sit, Buddah, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?

[Verse 2]
Dark yah, fuck, 8-7-6, dat mean dark as fuck
I remember bein' on the train, dark as fuck
Anybody try, n***a, what?
My dawgs got some green bitches here barkin' up
Young n***a life clean, but the devil want a cut
And if mi buss, mi bussin' back to God
Got a triple X clip deh ready for the locks
And if this trigger chop, it's your lock, ha
Hippity, hippity humper, don't stop [?]
When the beat my [?] ever boom-bo-boom-brrap
Bom-bom-bom-bom-bomb, a see mi dance
Bom-bom-bom-bom-bomb, a see mi dance
Bom-bom-bom-bom-bomb, the lyrically flaunt

[Chorus]
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick
So sit, Buddah, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?