[Intro: RZA]
 
 Eh-yo, man, fuckin'..
 
 Mothafuckin' Billy, man
 
 Yeah, man
 
 That mothafucka, man, just called me and shit
 
 From fuckin', a, some county jail, man
 
 Down South or some shit
 
 He's mothafuckin' crazy
 
 I thought that nigga was comin' here next week too and shit
 
 But I guess he went down South with them fuckin' white boys
 
 You know he love headin' with them white boys and shit
 
  
  [RZA]
 
 Yo, yo, yo, Billy
 
 He sniffed dope and swallow acid, took cokes of cold classics
 
 Smoked hashes, tote plastic glocks and low jackets
 
 Cross country, cousin Billy with forty monkeys
 
 Twenty honkeys, Harley Davidson bike junkies
 
 In a convoy escapin' from Rosco Pico
 
 And those four redneck cops who had Woppy in a sleephold
 
 The SWAT team, U.S. army shock team
 
 The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams
 
 Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels
 
 From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel
 
 Shot through the helments, cracked heads like halibut jaw
 
 Ripped through the wolves and blew the hood off the car
 
 A.T.F., F.B.I., D.E.A., chopper in the sky
 
 Eye witness news on standby
 
 Built to tell, it was Mit from the metly metly
 
 Teeth dipped in P.C.P., hit to the head like a D.D.T.
 
 Hard on the gut like liq' B.L.T.
 
 C-cipher punks with the A.P.B.
 
 Only destroys who was drunk of the J.N.B.
 
 Ran up in A&P, hit the safe at P&C
 
 Documentary on A&E, eight P.M. E.S.T.
 
 Five P.T., the ho tapin' on V.C.R.
 
 Three victims shot, one was saved by C.P.R.
 
 Fuckin' Billy be wildin'
 
 Like Robert L. Lee on Storwall Jackson
 
 He always out for action
 
 I was at an eighteen hole golf course relaxin'
 
 When I received the collect call, BOODOODOODOO
 
 Collect call from cousin Billy
  
 
 [Phone Skit: RZA ("Billy")]
 
 (Eh-yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble)
 
 Yo, what's goin' on, cousin?
 
 What the fuck, man?
 
 (Listen, yo I need fifty thousand)
 
 Oh sh--, eh-yo, Kinetic
 
 Check it out, nigga said he need fifty fuckin' g's Son
 
 (Listen, yo, we got into a fight
 
 In the bar, shit was just crazy)
 
 Eh-yo, I heard you was fuckin' with the white boy Tommy again
 
 Takin' that acid, nigga
 
 (Yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though
 
 I just need you to come get me, for real)
 
 No problem, son
 
 Yo, I'll send my nigga Kinetic down to get you and shit (Aight)
 
 Aight, there it is