[Intro: Scotty Wotty]It's the sasquath, JackpotThe roach killer, that's what we doYou know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards[Scotty Wotty]We ain't tripping, read the sentenceThe Gods got it locked like upper Maine in Sam QuintenYou drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killedWalking round like Deebo, cuz you slight builtIt's a dirty job, we get it popping hardWe turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi GrasAnd ain't nobody mad, it just we got it badLike a body being slumped when you hail a cabVaccum packed, concealed, no room for breathI grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of DeathSo, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip onAnd on the O'Jay's like Christopher PawnsAnd eat with the beast, in the valley of deathWalk on the right, but I shoot with the leftStomp out a roach with the decon breathAll you little rat bastards, I stomp you to deathStomp the roach, stomp the roach, you knowStomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo[U-God]Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come onRoach killer, you scatter when the lights come onYou can run on, and start ducking and dodgingI pluck you, crush you right between the marginI'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acidThe black flag nigga, the bio hazardThe econimist of the bio standardAnd he sprayed the myst on them fly's that landedAnd I can be obvious or I can be candid, butI'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socksThen I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop boxThen I, tell my girl to change all the locksThen I, throw my finger at the hip hop copsThen I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the blockCuz I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you knowStomp the roach, stomp the roach[GZA]They known to leech off people for, years and yearsThey cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas earsThey set up shops in apartments in projectsBold enough to roll up on, any objectGrabbing on my gear til they pull the label offThey fight for the crumbs that's on my table clothThey keep they antennas up, the signals strongThey got the neighborhood bugged, that's how they survived so longImmune to 'combats' and, household 'raids'Like informants that's living off, government aidWe leave roaches where the remain and trash laysIncinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtraysIgnored by the dogs, but, chased by the catLike a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trapA small time nigga, who didn't have a clueIt take a million of ya'll just to fill up my shoeStomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeahStomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huhStomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeahStomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huhStomp the roach, stomp the roach, you knowStomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know['The Godfather' sample]How long till you get me off the hook? For old time's sake I can't do it, SallyDon't ever take sides with anyone, against the family again ever