I hang MC's with my noose, watch me get loose 
The nigga flippin' more styles than Snapple got juice 
'Cause I'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky 
Than a niggy pickin' his afro and I left the skin not stinky 
The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle 
Kickin' it with my homie like Lamont do with Rollo 
Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't do it 
'Cause even in New York the crew be buzzin' off the fluid 
So testing (one), testing (two), testing (three)
Too much Olde E will make you pee 
As you can see I'm the Alcaholik tipsy off the whiskey 
Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty 
I didn't grow dreads, 'cause dreads is for the rastas 
Tha Alkaholik click straight knockin' out impostors 
Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic 
Get with the crew that's flowin' like likwit 

Every night I pray to god please, no more whack MC's 
I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these 
I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my wienie 
'Cause they know I'm packin' more shit than Bandini 
The freshest on the map servin' raps with all fixin's 
E-Swift does the mixin', pockets fat like Rickie Nixon 
(Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party)
So don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit 
(Ah yeah, ah yeah) Yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder 
One two one two yeah just like that, yo 
Yo, (flowin' like likwit)
Ahh yeah (ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah) flowin' like likwit 
Ow, King Tee 

Here comes the Lik, or should I say likwit 
As I gets funky on a track that my nigga E-Swift did 
Rollin' with the Alkaholik group, call me trooper 
Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose 
But hey, I be the K-I-N-G Tee for short 
Big ballin' nigga playin' rhymes like a sport 
Wicked when I kick it, yeah that's the ticket 
Tossin' up a forty still buzzin' off the likwit 

You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup 
So niggy won't you just shut the (hold up)
The girls call me dookie man 'cause I'm the shit can't you smell son 
I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson 
I can't be stopped I got hip-hop wreckin' powers 
I gotta say what's up to my buddy Ricky Flowers 
We got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the 
Hell motherfuckin' yeah