[Intro]
See, cute time is over
I’m about to roll up my sleeves on these b*tches
I’m about to take my earrings off
Don’t make me take my earrings off
Throw my hair back real quick
Throw my Chucks on
Quit playing with these motherf*ckers
[Hook]
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle sh*t
Scream lady with no muzzle sh*t
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles sh*t
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh*t
[Verse 1]
Shanks and hammers, now wait for the cameras
Waste a lone gangsta, don’t need no bandannas
Rhyme hard but those darts even harder
Y’all talking about murders, but all I see is martyrs
One, three, go—watch me blow
Right past these n*ggas and these knock-kneed hoes
I ain’t really need for the small talk, y’all walk that a way
Baby don’t cry, [?]
See I don’t want to have to get indignant
Hollywood to Miss Urban in a minute, Nicole Kidman
No smidgen of upbringin’, f*ck swingin’
Guns by the waist, I’mma punch ‘em in the face
[Hook]
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle sh*t
Scream lady with no muzzle sh*t
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles sh*t
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh*t
[Verse 2]
This vaseline-on-the-face type music
This badda-bing-in-your-face type music
Y’all don’t want it with them born-again hooligans
Type of b*tch that stab your ass with a [?] pen
No metaphysical, more like mega-physical
Too deep in this piece to let a typical
Bum trick try to score one, I implore one
A rain dance, but it won’t be a George one
A rated-R, be a violence-and-gore one
A Pharaohe-Monch-now-we-callin’-it-war one
Get-trampled-before-they-get-out-the-door one
Then I’m goin’ on a tour (One!)
January, February, March, April, dag
Some saying that I’m too hard, I think they just
(Hey! Not supposed to say that word!)
Too late—all these rappin’-ass faggots getting punched in the face
[Hook]
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle sh*t
Scream lady with no muzzle sh*t
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles sh*t
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh*t
[Verse 3]
I smell a rumble, welcome to the jungle
Don’t be a smart-ass, cats be disgruntled
Won’t be satisfied till one of us son you
Russian mafia-style punk, do svidan-you
Always been a little loud mouth foul mouth
Third round, they already got the towel out
I pow-wow with skateboarders and [?]
sh*ts and giggles, all y’all do is take orders
Huh! I play it under with abused b*tches
You only here for my amuse, b*tches
Give it your best shot, I take two of y’all
You probably have better luck with a voodoo doll
Look, not the hands, nope not the rhymes
Never get beatdowns ‘cept when I box with my mom
You’re cool, I’m cool, hey chick, choose your fate
We can have play dates or get punched in the face
[Hook]
I’m on some Kung Fu Hustle sh*t
Scream lady with no muzzle sh*t
Y’all don’t really wanna tussle with
Brick City, we be on that Bumpy Knuckles sh*t
Or had ‘em boys turn into some real duffle sh*t