text: Word, best to feel me, boy
  Its about to come off, its about to come off
  Whether you love it or you hate it
  Aint none of this drug game can stop my flow
  My malignant melodys a felony, at least thats what they tellin me
  Belle and three deep in hell and Tree
  Sellin my new T-A-P-E
  For paper, D- King get real violent with terminators
  Determined haters gettin wiped out by exterminators
  In German Gators, fully prepared for the perpetrators
  They try to fade us- My style is layed down in perfect layers
  If adgetated, then my melody moves wildly
  Niggas that doubt me dont know nothin about me
  Without me, rap would be weak witout a beat
  But it got me, so its unique and kinda sweet
  Yet you slot me, so I take pride in your demise
  Seek to stop me and I must rise with my a-llies
  At the top, man- Hard to maintain but I got game
  And its plain to see without pain and forever reign
  You losers not me, so I recommend that you dont begin
  Cause to stop me is takin the strength of ten men
  [King Midas
  Drunken Master]
  My, my, my...
  ...malignant melody
  My, my, my...
  Its just those wicked flow skills
  My...
  ...malignant melody
  Watch out. Watch out, bout to hurt ya!
  My...
  Its just those wicked flow skills
  See, when I see the microphone, Im instantly turnin
  Into a fire-breathin M.C., internally burnin
  Never learnin to watch your mannersll get cha smacked in the mouth
  Heres a present, Im gon have Santa come and blow up ya house
  Just from a clout, Im gon have to bless the skill of a legend
  Goin in so many directions, you dont know where Im headin
  Now, I aint bettin but I believe Im one of the best
  Kinda upsettin how I battle when Im put to the test
  Nevertheless, ladies obsessed, now I confess that Im fresh
  Could afford to ball for yall a little bit and still have alot left
  What about death? I aint afraid but, shit, I dont wanna die
  For myself- So when you try to slain me, bullets gon fly
  til aint nothin left- Its self explanitory how Imma ride
  For my respect, I get wreck- Man, I cant go deny
  [King Midas
  Drunken Master]
  My, my, my...
  Imma say it again for em, Dre
  Look here, huh
  My, my, my...
  ...malignant melody
  My...
  We gon freak it for this one time, man
  Drunken Master
  Its just those wicked flow skills
  My...
  One time
  ...malignant melody
  Two more times, man
  Let me go towards em, man
  My...
  Its just those wicked flow skills
  [Drunken Master
  Dre from Outkast on a phone]
  Yeah, and thats the way we puttin it down
  Drunkenstyle, you-knaw-I-mean?
  99.9 on your FM dial- Bangin for real niggas only
  Turn the volume up out there
  Ayyo, right about now, lets go to the phone lines and see whats
  Crackin lately- See who ridin wit us, ya-knaw-I-mean?
  Yo, Drunkenstyle, you on the line
  Yo
  Yo, whats the deal, nigga
  Wuz up, man
  Yo, who is this?
  This Dre
  Yo, Dre, whats goin on out there in them city streets, my man?
  They jammin ya
  Ayyo, well, you on the air right now
  Let niggas out there know who you ridin wit, Playboy
  Do your thang
  Yo, yall know who it is
  Yes, straight outta Outkast, its Andre 3000
  Niggas know we be layin low
  Lower than roaches doin push-ups
  But Im layin low with, uh, DJ Dre, the Drunken Master
  Yall know what it is- Drunkenstyle 99
  Go and pick up yall tha album
  Yeah, thats good lookin out, Playboy
  Ill see yall when I get to Atlanta, you-knaw-I-mean?
  Alright
  Big shout-out to all the niggas in the Dirty South
  Ridin wit that Drunken Master shit in they deck
  You know it dont stop, baby- Check the way that we switch it up
  Drunkenstyle, nigga- WHAT?!!