[Intro: RZA]
  Eh-yo, man, fuckin'..
  Mothafuckin' Billy, man
  Yeah, man
  That mothafucka, man, just called me and shit
  From fuckin', a, some county jail, man
  Down South or some shit
  He's mothafuckin' crazy
  I thought that nigga was comin' here next week too and shit
  But I guess he went down South with them fuckin' white boys
  You know he love headin' with them white boys and shit
  
  [RZA]
  Yo, yo, yo, Billy
  He sniffed dope and swallow acid, took cokes of cold classics
  Smoked hashes, tote plastic glocks and low jackets
  Cross country, cousin Billy with forty monkeys
  Twenty honkeys, Harley Davidson bike junkies
  In a convoy escapin' from Rosco Pico
  And those four redneck cops who had Woppy in a sleephold
  The SWAT team, U.S. army shock team
  The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams
  Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels
  From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel
  Shot through the helments, cracked heads like halibut jaw
  Ripped through the wolves and blew the hood off the car
  A.T.F., F.B.I., D.E.A., chopper in the sky
  Eye witness news on standby
  Built to tell, it was Mit from the metly metly
  Teeth dipped in P.C.P., hit to the head like a D.D.T.
  Hard on the gut like liq' B.L.T.
  C-cipher punks with the A.P.B.
  Only destroys who was drunk of the J.N.B.
  Ran up in A&P, hit the safe at P&C
  Documentary on A&E, eight P.M. E.S.T.
  Five P.T., the ho tapin' on V.C.R.
  Three victims shot, one was saved by C.P.R.
  Fuckin' Billy be wildin'
  Like Robert L. Lee on Storwall Jackson
  He always out for action
  I was at an eighteen hole golf course relaxin'
  When I received the collect call, BOODOODOODOO
  Collect call from cousin Billy
  
  [Phone Skit: RZA ("Billy")]
  (Eh-yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble)
  Yo, what's goin' on, cousin?
  What the fuck, man?
  (Listen, yo I need fifty thousand)
  Oh sh--, eh-yo, Kinetic
  Check it out, nigga said he need fifty fuckin' g's Son
  (Listen, yo, we got into a fight
  In the bar, shit was just crazy)
  Eh-yo, I heard you was fuckin' with the white boy Tommy again
  Takin' that acid, nigga
  (Yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though
  I just need you to come get me, for real)
  No problem, son
  Yo, I'll send my nigga Kinetic down to get you and shit (Aight)
  Aight, there it is