Intro: El-P 
Uh, ayy (Oh, shit) 

Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P 
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui 
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy) 
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy) 
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Let's go) 
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Go, go, go, go) 
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Go, go, go) 
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui 
Ooh, la la 

Verse 1: El-P 
Lookin' for Ms like I lost a friend 
Jump out of my bed like, "Where the bread" 
You gon' hold a egg, waiter bring the check 
When we talk, we Kalashnikov, keep us in your thoughts 
Fully dressed at the crack of dawn, weapons letting off 
I can hear them from the block, see them creeping through the fog 
Season's greetings, now feeding season can start, oh my God 
Look alive, lookin' like I live life on the crooked line 
Doin' fine, you want maximum stupid, I am the guy 

Verse 2: Killer Mike 
First of all, fuck the fuckin' law, we is fuckin' raw 
Steak tartare, oysters on the half-shell, sushi bar 
Life a bitch, and the pussy fish, still fucked her raw 
I'm a dog, I'm a dirty dog, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha 
Ol' Dirty Bastard, go in your jaw, shimmy, shimmy, ya 
Got the semi in the hemi, go and gimme, gimme, ya 
Pugilistic, my linguistics are Jeru the Damaja 
And I rap it pornographic, bitch, set up the camera 

Chorus: Greg Nice, El-P & Killer Mike
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ah, oui oui)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Mon cheri, mon cheri)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Mon cheri, mon cheri)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (I need a bottle of Moët, ho, come on)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Garçon)

Verse 3: El-P
You covet disruption, I got you covered, I'm bustin'
My brother's a runner, he's crushin', it's no discussion
I used to be munchkin, I wasn't 'posed to be nothin'
Y'all fuckers corrupted or up to somethin disgustin'
My pockets are plump for the season, I love to cuff 'em
I'ma afraid of nothin' but nothingess, ain't it something
Warmongers are dumpin' a pointed click at your pumpkin (Look out)
Y'all suck with instructions, so put your kids in the oven

Veres 4: Killer Mike
Fuck a king or queen and all of their loyal subjects
I'll pull my penis out and I piss on their shoes in public
People, we the pirates, the pride of this great republic
No matter what you order, muhfucka, we're what you're stuck wit
(Sorry) I used to love Bruce, but livin' my vida loca
Help me understand, I'm probably more of a Joker
When we usher in chaos, just know that we did it smilin'
Hannibal's on this island, inmates run the asylum

Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la (DJ Premier)

Outro: Greg Nice
Ooh, ooh, ooh, la la
Ooh, ooh, la, la-, la, la
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la, la, la, la, la
Ah, oui, ah, oui, ah
Ah, ah, ah, oui, oui