[Verse 1: Tash]
You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up, though? Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin' n***as puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
'Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
My drunken lyrical hang glider, nobody's tighter
Than a rough rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak еvery time I speak
I drink to hit thе peak to make my mind go (beep!)
I'm death defyin', you rappin' like my client
Tryna scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet! This is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck your bougie show, I got my own special guest

[Verse 2: J-Ro]
The Ro pimped the flow like a ho
So I should rap on a mack-rophone
My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stomp 'em, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog Scrilla chomp him
(Switch reels) I feels it's all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners, return 'em to they rightful owners
My style is wild like G's, cholos or stoners
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my n***a Scott puttin' stickers on the block
*burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the Hip Hop drunkies
It's the Packtown original b-boy, I'm rappin'
What's happenin'? So dope, got the pope clappin'
Smackin' on some chicken, what you kickin'?
You trickin' while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in
[Verse 3: Tash]
Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you better make room when you hear the (boom, boom)

[Verse 4: J-Ro]
I said ayo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it yayo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass

[Verse 5: Tash]
See, this the type of shit n***as don't try at home
I come funkin' up the spot like Michael Jordan's cologne
With the mega drunken style to keep the crowd pumpin'
N***as lookin' at me like, "Tash is up to somethin'"
But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble
Crumble all your plots and all your plans
Ol' Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man