[A battle between the Sheep and Doc - beat by Boogie Down Productions]

The forty man, it makes me act naughty and
I can't stop goin' once I get to partyin'
Bacardi and the Mr. Pibb, the Sheep is glib
I glide through lines like bullets through your ribs

Your crew's like the McRib, you turn out only once a year
And I'm sorry to hear that your girlie turned queer
I'm sorry I dissed on Christopher Reeve and
I'm broke on Tuesday evenin', bobbin and weavin'

Right now I get my drink on, later I'm leavin'
I'll end up heavin', but I'm the King like Stephen
'Cause even when I'm drunk, you know I rocks
I'm like Radio Raheem with my fresh boom box
I fold you in half like a slice of Ray's Original
And like a slice of cheese I'm a wrapped individual
But single or double, rock a party 'til it's over
Mad service in the box like Kournikova

I'm servin' up suckers, so want me an Espy and
In women's tennis, always bet on the lesbian
I'm fresher than all these other rappers out
Your bling is on loan, what the fuck that all about?

Your gold fronts are made from tin foil, so just stop
I saw you sellin' M&M's at the bus stop
You live with your mom and beat off to "E!'s Wild On"
Now there's a little topic you 'aint freestyled on

Bitch please? What else I'm rappin' about?
You know it ain't the hoes that I'm slappin' about
I cap then I'm out, but I don't carry no gun
Blastin' off in the dark, just for fun.

Blazin' inter-dimensional trails like Bill Burroughs
Rock from Marakesh to Interzone just to be thorough
My stamina runs longer than an A train
Known as Hamlet to my dogs as if I was a Great Dane

My appetite is large like I was Marmaduke
Eatin scongili heads like I was a mamaluke
That's right, I eat sucker MCs like you for breakfast
And you know I got balls o' steel the way I wreck this

Oh, those are your nuts? I thought they were ball bearings
Better call all your friends and find out who's pallbearing
Drag your ass up Boot Hill in a box of plywood
That's what you get, tryin to represent in my hood

Your hood? I didn't think we'd come to that fact
Your ass is so country they could call you Clint Black
The only hoes you knows is used for sewing seeds in rows
And you was fuckin' with the sheep before I came to this show

The only wool around my jim is from my longjohns, Slim
The lint stuck cause I just pulled out your girlie's quim
Naw, I'm playin, I didn't hit your girl, I wouldn't bother
She's too stretched out from havin kids by seven fathers

Wait a minute, Doc, which girl you talkin' about?
I know you couldn't mean your cousin, cause I barely took her out
But I admit it, Doc, I hit it and I might do it again
But next time I'm a tell her that she shouldn't bring her friend

You want my cuz, yo that's fine, you got my blessin too
Just get her back to school before recess is through
You're like Pookie, I know cause I saw you smokin crack
And when you turned away then it's time to kick some back

That's right, don't fight, just take your toys and leave
Y'all don't wanna see the tricks that I got up my sleeve
I'm short like Skee-Lo, but there's a rabbit in my hat
I'll pull you out your car and then I'll beat you with a bat

You can step up to the plate with that style you always lampin on
But I'm the undefeated triborough stoopball champion
I don't really got beef, like a Taco Bell Gordita
So Sheep, let's hit the pub and drink a couple litres