Intro: [Mystikal]
Man I got something to tell you
I don't know how to explain it
But I'm different (crazy)
Naaaaa....I ain't
I'm just sayin', I'm not like you
I'm not like others
It's like I've been here before

[Verse 1]
504 is the domain I don't sang
My rhyme go bang
N***a, ain't in the place get a flame and ya act like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)
No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs
I'm givin' you bitches something vicious
Got 'em fallin' to pieces like porcelain dishes
I'm dirty
I get all the way down in the ground bitch
WHAT
Memorize, take a picture, n***a write a book, I don't give a fuck
I'm blended bile, ground rip up
They're here
They down to give up
N***a you underneath, me out my entrance
Off by inches I can count a hundred thousand pennies
Help me center
Look at that, look at that, look at that, get back
I get very scary like that gatlin bitch whats happenin
I rip tracks and pop tapes
I'm so popular they just gots to rock what I spray
Time I gotta watch what I say (Blade)
I gets pride 'cause I'm from 'round where the crocodiles play
Jock-a-mo fee na nay
I make em' say
"Aww give it to me, don't be that way."
I'm tellin' ya from cuttin ya tellin what the music
I've been doin' this shit
I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective's to apply the proper perspective
Taxes are selective, maximum effective
[?] collective
Brown complected
It just don't get no ???
I'm perfected
Y'all n***as couldn't pop a rubber band on my parade
Choppin' and slicin' with the edge of the blade
Chorus: The blade (x 24)

(clip from movie)
Blade: There are worse things out tonight than vampires
Girl: Like what?
Blade: Like me

[Verse 2]
I turn a sucka into supper
Gotta suffer
Mighta had enough
Thats why I'm cussin' (come on fucker)
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
They can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise don't stop
They don't stand a ghost of a chance but they try
One side of my mind tell me to get 'em, other say let em' ride
Even when a couple of hundred years gone by
They still gonna bite and I'm still gonna fly
Yes... five fingers around they necks
I'll run through your back and come out your chest
You movin' too fast, you got to pace yourself
Aww shit here it comes n***a, brace yourself
Oh my goodness
Don't worry I'ma getcha no matter how I put it
Imitates, I'm limit, tall limit, tell it (Blade)
Let me finish hedgehog and answer fella
You would if you could but you don't get up off
And I'm the hand on the hammer on the nail in the coffin
I'm marchin' to a different drummer
At the head of the parade
On the edge of the blade
Chorus (x32)