[Method Man]
   I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit...
   Did I hear it?
   Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!!
  
   [Ol' Dirty Bastard] *in background repeating*
   SUCK A DICK!!! 6x
   SUCK MY DICK!!!
  
   [Method Man]
   And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
   It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop!
   It all starts wit 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'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH!
   Run a mile wit 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-ba-bad to the bone to the bone
   Danger zone, that's my life and my song
   Keep it movin, hop along little doggies!
  
   [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
   Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!!
   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
   *Laughs* Enter
  
   [RZA]
   Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll 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
   Can 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
  
   [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
   Guaranteed to flip the show
   RZA beats is outta control
   Outta control, outta control, outta control
   Outta control, now here we go
  
   [Masta Killa]
   Yo who got that nigga 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
   Ya'll 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] 2x
   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 *Skip next line on the second time of chorus*
   Music makes me lose control (2x)
  
   Guaranteed to rip the show
   RZA beats is outta control
   Outta control, outta control, outta control
   Now here we go