Make no mistake son, it′s Jake One

He makes beats well like I likes my steaks done

With sauteed onions and hella worcestershire

A gushy beer, to wash it down, douche your ear

And clean the crud out your third eye

For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly

I had the first fanbase of all hater

Hold that from now it's more waste for y′all later

The bigger they ball they fall greater in gay skirt

The n***a they call for tall paper hit paydirt

Say work, and do you one better, show and prove it

True MC's flow so lose it or move it

With the two bits spit, they sunk him for two cent

Whoever writ they s**t tell 'em quit it they too bent

Cut the losses, it ain′t balanced what the cost is in horses

Off Saadiq and let ′em know who the boss is

{*scratches by Jake One of "get 'er done"*}

And it ain′t no dental

Only the innate way to groove seem to paint your mental

Usin the insane flow stencil

He said in plain english ain't payin yo′ rent bill

But still, the gent was ill

With the intent to kill, the set was krill

To the full extent of skill, vent the grill

Villain make 'em feel like the deal spent a mill′

Method for real folks, bet'cha dying dollar

Get them to steel choke when they met the iron collar

Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf

Metal Face rhymesayers mention 'em both

Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear

To stack more dough more calmly this year

Doom get the cash like cow, cheddar son

Have it in a smash like BOW, get ′er done

{*scratches by Jake One of "get ′er done"*}