[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? N***a and bang your head, punk!
Suck the dick! 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! Suck the dick!
It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop
SUCK… MY… DIIIIIIICK!!

[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'ma get you none except challenge, arghh!!
Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it
Placed it right up in their face 'til 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

[Pre-Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck THAAAAT!
[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Drive The Mack Cadillac
Dark-shaded window, all sunny and black
Space 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 arrow 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 'n' 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 out of control
Out of control, out of control
Out of control, now here we go
[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
Yo, who got that n***a gassed
Like he can't get ski-mask abducted from his doorstep?
Duffle bag 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 to 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 'n' 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 'n' 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