Let's make this happennLet's unleash this dragonnLet's complete this Sackcloth Fashion track and add some rappingnLet's make this happennLet's unleash this dragonnLet's complete this Sackcloth Fashion track and add some rappingnnYo I can military press a 900-pound buffalonAnd tickle every crevice and cranny my man, mechanicalnBench press the massive tranny from your daddy's CadillacnPinching the engine and transmission, like a nickel sacknDaddy Mack radical, at it again, his fanny packnHandicapped parking across the park where the panic is atnPassed the romantic man and his madam's old picnic basketnLiquid and matches, candles, some crackers, some sandwiches, napkinsnAtkins diet, I'll try it, I won't try to fight or deny itnChicken and turkey and fish, I haven't decidednYou'll cry in private, the silence is cyanide to your eyelidsnAnd I'm across from the quiet, across the street from the regular riotsnRappers be clowning, they sounding just like the Cloud and I'm honorednI rock the crowd so much harder, true noggin-nodder, no doubtnLeave the crowd sour like kraut, I'll get it startednAnd I'll bark it out with timber wolves and St. Bernards and save you, darn itnI'll beg your pardon, but I've got your legs and arms and organsnI'll give them back if you'll retract from every cypher opennRappers be croaking like horned toads in their morning modenCouldn't get lucky with rabbit's foot or a 4 leaf clovernAnd if you feel like I'm feeling we'll never call it quitsnAnd if you feel it, reveal it, let's see your penmanshipnCome bring along that obsession and sign me on the listnI'll sing the song of redemption, it kinda goes like thisnnWe're tired of your chit chatnWack rappers need to get slappednRedemption, time to dis thatnRedCloud, he flips your wigs backnnWe're tired of your chit chatnWack rappers need to get slappednRedemption, time to dis thatnRedCloud, he flips your wigs backnnDude if I tried hard enough, man I'd turn a diamond to coalnAnd if you really hate my rhymes then I might hide in a holenCause I'm polite and I ain't trying to be quiet tonightnI might be writing Nobel Prizes while you're trying to bitenI'm a pilot guiding hybrid teradactyls to nestnAnd maybe take Jaci Velasquez as a hostage, oh yesnI might impress her by caressing alligators and cowsnShe'll think I'm buff when I go sock this crocodile in the mouthnThat's why my chest muscles glisten when the sun sets westnI've got a trumpet in my trunk next to my quarter-inch wrenchnI just might tighten up them flows, you show a lot of potentialnBut man your character is friggin' poor, so pardon my FrenchnYour whole style is David Carradine, I'm Lou ForrignonThe green Incredible Hulk and so whatcha booing me for?nSo have you ever seen a rapper put a rapper in the Boston crab?nToss him all across the mat for all my CloudmaniacsnUltimate Warrior, Hacksaw Jim Duggan ruggednJimmy Superfly sneaking up on you chicken McNuggetsnYou get the chicken McButtocks, you wanna make something of it?nIf you believe then you can see that you can leave it or love itnThis ain't a game it's a covet, hip hop my dearly belovednIt's clear to see that I can serve emcees from here to NantucketnYou got it, most of them worry and so we still got them runningnUltimate Warrior, Hacksaw Jim Duggan rugged, for realnnWe're tired of your chit chatnWack rappers need to get slappednRedemption, time to dis thatnRedCloud, he flips your wigs backnnWe're tired of your chit chatnWack rappers need to get slappednRedemption, time to dis thatnRedCloud, he flips your wigs backnnJust don't get me mixed with Sonny Sandoval from P.O.D.nAnd if you do then I ain't mad at you, just be low key,nCause I can't shop at the market or down the block when I'm walkingnWithout a car full of ladies stopping to watch me, they're stalkingnCause I am a veteran like Eroc and that Chemist called SupnCome to think of it, those rappers used to dance for my groupnNot to be rude, dude, but I'm included too, so what upnCause I ain't new to this, fool, man I went to school with KuruptnThis is some dogg pounding, here we go, not really yo, I'm MarmadukenA large ol' Siberian Husky dressed in a Doberman suitnCarrying various types of lice in my Davidson bootsnCanine material man, I'm seriously paying them duesnPut down your battleaxe homie, rappers straight kill menI swear your Man of War impersonation is way off and sillynThe Bride of Chucky, Mom I'm running off with Jennifer TillynRolling with Angelina Jolie telling Billy the dealienThese rapping Milli Vanillis pretend they're grimey and grittynWish they can make the band with Diddy but they're scared of the citynThose are the type that I pity, I'm Riddik Bowe with these criticsnA Lennox Lewis appearance, I'm Cassious Clay with the lyricsnSugar Ray Leonard, I'm better, Tyson, DurannEither I battle in cyphers or physical man to mannYo I.N.K.L.I.N.G.S., that's the meanest of clansnAnd when you see us best believe us, best to treat us like champs, for realnnWe're tired of your chit chatnWack rappers need to get slappednRedemption, time to dis thatnRedCloud, he flips your wigs backnnWe're tired of your chit chatnWack rappers need to get slappednRedemption, time to dis thatnRedCloud, he flips your wigs back