[Intro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
DJ, I'm sayin'
You could– you could just come over top of that shit
Did I hear it?
(Suck the dick, suck the dick)
N***a and bang your head, punk
(Suck the dick, suck the dick)
Uh, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
(Suck the dick, suck the dick)
It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop
(Suck… my… dick)

[Verse 1: Method Man]
It all starts with the pad and pen
Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?
Once again on the run be the Black Stallion
Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm
Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh
Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it
Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it
Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone
Danger zone, that's my life and my song
Keep it movin', hop along little doggies
[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Uh, uh, uh, fuck thaaat!
Drive The Mack Cadillac
Dark shade the window all sunny and black
Pitch antenna back of the car
Inside is a TV, even a bar
Bulletproof down, safe and sound
Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around
Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside
Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
Ha-ha-ha! Enter

[Verse 3: RZA]
Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split
The power of my brain, you can't fathom it
Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain
Don't ever say thy God name in vain
My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe
And record your words and your lies and approach you
And have my Dogs come and Ghost you
When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you

[Chorus: U-God]
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On the rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show
RZA beats is outta control
Outta control, outta control
Outta control, now here we go
[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
Yo, who got that n***a gassed like he can't get skimasked
Abducted from his doorstep
Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton
What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson
Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers
Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars
We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers
Whatever

[Chorus: U-God]
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go
Music makes me lose control
Music makes me lose control
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show
RZA beats is out of control
Out of control, out of control
Out of control, now here we go