[Intro:]
    Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
  Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
  You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let's do it
  You want me to do the hook part too?
  Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
  Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
  Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here
  Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
  Check it out
    [Verse 1:]
    I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
  Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
  Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]
  Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
  Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
  in the trenches, killin for mere inches
  Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
  Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
  I get more ass than a toilet seat
  So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
  Your mother [BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist
  R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish
  It's mother [BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
  You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
  for your mother [BACKWARDS] life, get ghost
  or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
  Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
  Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
  Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
  I'm up thru [BACKWARDS] hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside
    [Hook:]
    And don't be gettin no airplay
  A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
  It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
  A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
    [Verse 2:]
    Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
  They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess
  [BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
  You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
  I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
  hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
  Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat
  I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
  All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya
  when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
  Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
  [BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
  I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
  Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
  Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language
  then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage
    [Interlude:]
    To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
  We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
  Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
  (A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)
  I wanna do that one right yo
    [Verse 3:]
    To whom it may concern on this mother [BACKWARDS] test
  I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
  Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
  BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
  Rollin El's til your brain swells
  Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
  You mother [BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
  You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
  I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
  black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade
  Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
  Mother [BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
  Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
  What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut
    [Outro:]
    Ha ha, word is bond yo
  It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
  Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
  Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother [BACKWARDS] wreck in here,
  knowI'msayin?
  [BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
  Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?
  And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
  mother [BACKWARDS]
  Ha ha, yeah uhh
  A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
  A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
  Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother [BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around
  Farmers
  My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right
  diddere
  Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,
  youknowI'msayin?
  Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
  My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
  Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh