text: To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man
  Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
  Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
  MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker, huh?
  I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
  Your girl buttcheeks Im smackin, huh?
  The raw rapper, spine snapper
  With the little hookers on my lap-ah
  You know the flavor Mack-ah
  A shy nigga but I aint your fuckin comforter
  And if I ever fall in love I bet Im fuckin her
  Ask the hooker, if I didnt jook her
  If she tried to front, then I drop the Chuckii Booker on her:
  Why you wanna play your games on me?
  Bitch, youre crazy, commitments, Im Swayze
  No time for the ill shit
  Rest with the niggas on that real bloodspill shit
  My rappin tactics are drastic
  Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
  So if you wanna see my pedigre
  You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin me
  So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH
  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Yeah, yo
  Odds even, said shoot 
  Asked me the reason, and I said loot
  Man thats all Im here for, therefore
  When death declares war, you know what to prepare for
  Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta
  Live on your station, the radiationll melt ya
  Cool - I guess your momma raised a fool
  You didnt wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school
  Rap terror, shots through your new era
  Get it together, yall niggas shoulda knew better
  Im on point like acupuncture
  I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
  Left side, right side, witcha ho I might slide
  Runnin wit this big guy, yall niggas is pint-size
  Dont make a nigga have to show you the pound
  And show you the sound, thatll put you low in the ground
  Just let me get down
  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  I be like: Whaaaat? Let me clear my throat
  Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes
  Heyy! Yo, from coast to coast I burn like toast
  So dope that I floats through snow, nig-guh
  Oh, you dont wanna battle me
  The agony be like: Somebody help me, please!
  Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better
  In any weather, I biddy-bang-bang in ya, nigga
  Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop
  Now I pop through your body parts
  Blaow, blaow! You like the way I interact
  Proceed to smack, any MC thats wack
  Ah-huh, microphone check one two
  I do ya tool like them freaks run through your crew
  Give it to me, ohh, send it to me, ohh
  But before I get down, wheres my money?
  Let me get down
  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
  (The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH
  Mack, feelin the funk)
  Bringin it live to you bitch ass niggas