Crate Unkown - Heltah Skeltah

Ruck Im telling you man cut it out 
Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange 
conversation with these mortals  not to play games for real  behind 
every 
great Ruck theres a Rock  the Rockness Monsta.....Dutch 
Verse One: Rockness Monsta 
Yo its the Rockness  not Rock live 
Then again im Rock when im live 
But im not fat  then again my dick is so fat 
fans let your dick's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!) 
Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style 
Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile 
You get with the pawn, in one arms 
I dont fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion 
On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps 
We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah fuck 
God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case 
i'll 
crack ya 
Word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up 
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler 
Click Click...Booya!! 
Chorus2x: Rock< If you dont know like I know, then act like you know , 
like I know 
(Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta) 
(Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather) 
*The Crate Unknown* (background) 
Verse Two: 
I turn this upside down, clown 
Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya dont understand 
Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer 
Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin' 
like a 
pulled line 
Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally 
With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally 
Tally up all the throats, the strangle hold choke 
that all my the riots that my brother Ruckus provoke, dont like style? 
So 
I dont give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock 
I'll Rock you buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins 
Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen 
Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each yo