feat. Queen Latifah
  
  Intro: Queen Latifah
  
  Mercifully mercifully mercifully massacre Naughty By Nature
  Thru it ever time comin at a dance
  My man Treacherous MC go on let the saxophone man play a little
  Make it lovely
  
  Verse 1: Treach
  
  You got beef well what we do talk to the bunny sunny
  He's the man Bugs the thug wit the money
  Funny that you should mention as my family they covered
  Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers
  Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together
  No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better
  You mean he, she, them, him, those and others
  Let's kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble
  For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it
  Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I'ma run it
  Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rollin spreads
  You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya
  head
  This is a flow-er show, a product float a while ago
  Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know
  And if ya don't, you won't by the time this track is done
  Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come
  
  Chorus: Queen Latifah
  
  Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know
  It's time for rum, man, yeah man
  Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know
  It's for jammin, g'yeah know?
  Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow
  Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door
  The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y'know
  I'm out for rum, COME!!!!
  
  Verse 2: Treach
  
  118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin
  Huh, what's your function?
  I don't mean to be blunt or front, true or rude
  How can he diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey dude
  So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good health
  So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself
  Cos I ain't havin it, remember act like you know
  And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door
  I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator
  A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later
  Yeah, you don't have a chance, but I see ya next
  This track is KayGee's baby and he named it "Def"
  I'm smokin in em, it's like chimneys, I ain't friendly
  Fuck your fendy, I'm swingin for your diet kidney
  Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op
  Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot
  The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm
  damn good to be a no good, hooded by
  the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
  They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 3: Treach
  
  Gettin it and hittin wit it a old fashion weapon when you're slippin, I got
  time
  Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign
  The bad just got worse within one verse
  Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella's first
  Wreckin is second, so back wit'cha wacked disc
  For candle after candle and still couldn't wax this
  I be the wickedest while you're still the wackest
  I need wallpaper to list what your track miss
  This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker
  Check the check and who's def? Who's left ya?
  Standin back cannin ya, plan ta stay back
  I'm down wit Kay's tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack
  I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof
  That's happenin to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose
  This comes naturally, all day and night
  I make a party of all lefty's leave screamin out "Alright!"
  Talkin bout needin a lot more work than you had
  Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one
  Who's gettin done? Who's swifter? Who's badder?
  You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder
  This is another song, we check out the style that I've
  picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive
  
  Outro: Queen Latifah