(Chorus)
(Comprised Of DJ Scratches & Samples)
Hip Hop dj bring that back what you wanna do stop schemin' & lookin' hard real shit don't fuck with me on the wheels of steel yeah

(Verse 1)
(Spunky Killa) This the way it's goin down I'm about to show you how I do my music & how I'm influenced I've been true since the 1st time I picked up a microphone to spike your dome with that good shit i stay hood bitch i should trick all these bitches in the game everybody's snitchin & it's lame i made a name for myself to take all you haters out I'll shatter your bones with a plaster of chrome a master that's known to leave your blood scattered & thrown on the walls & drapes I'm not shootin balls of paint real bullets even if I steal a beat I'll still school it & what you're talkin is bullshit full clips is what I'm packin if you lames are askin I hate rappin cuz all them fakes are actin so i have to take action & straight blast 'em I'll put you down in this rap game you fags claim that I was fakin my rhymes but I'll be breakin your spine if you're takin my shine

(Chorus)
(Comprised Of DJ Scratches & Samples)
Hip Hop dj bring that back what you wanna do stop schemin' & lookin' hard real shit don't fuck with me on the wheels of steel yeah

(Verse 2)
(The Warlock) This track's murder & will put your shit on the back-burner i plan further substitution of your music & I'm the one to do it yo I will ruin whatever success you built when I test your skill yes I kill on wax I'll leave your heart rate gone flat cuz my song's crack & has such a high contact when i bomb back I'm the wrong cat you'd wanna diss so dont be talkin shit you cocky bitch or you'll be droppin quick when i beat your head in with a fuckin hockey stick & you're not so sick in-fact you're the opposite you're wack & corny your tracks are boring in fact I'm warning you could never make an impact performing even your fam knows you're just an act they're snoring you'd be better off as the cat they're mourning & my raps are scorchin cuz the path I'm forming is gonna be settin' standards cuz we can tell you shit that people have yet to answer

(Chorus)
(Comprised Of DJ Scratches & Samples)
Hip Hop dj bring that back what you wanna do stop schemin' & lookin' hard real shit don't fuck with me on the wheels of steel yeah

(Verse 3) (Spunky Killa) Stop schemin' I'll leave you shot grievin & you're not even on our level bitch this is rebel shit I'm like the devil kid cuz I bring heat to a mic & I'll make you bleed from your eye like a dude beatin his wife but if i hit you it will split your face cuz you ain't nothin great you're somethin fake SK & warlock & we'll bring you judgement day when the guns just spray (The Warlock) The strap I'm packin's a gattling so fuck your mac 10 cuz I'll smack them for actin wack when there's nothin they can do about it but be a bitch when you were crowded & my crew surrounded & very few have doubted this I shouted with vengefulness & I'll shove my pencil tips inside of where your mental is & yo you'll need your dental fixed after fuckin with me I'll leave my fist stuck in your teeth & whatever you're bustin is weak so trust me these geeks ain't nothin to beat