.. It's at your own {*repeating, getting louder*}
  .. it's at your own .. it's at your own
  .. it's at your own .. it's at your own
  .. it's at your own risk SUCKER!
  
  Yo! Whassup? Yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin?
  E-Swift, you cuttin the records nice boy
  DJ Pooh whassup man? We all chillin
  Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house, we all cold coolin out y'knahmsayin?
  And I'ma bust it off like this for Compton
  
  Well - look who sprung up, comin the fuck up
  I came in the place to let you know what's up
  with a bunch of trunk jewerly
  Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em
  Yeah I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes
  I wear Nike's cause I run from the cops
  Pops taught me lots he said "Toys are for tots"
  At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock
  cause, my jimmy was gettin kinda big
  At nine I was a kid but I took my first swig
  Hugged that Olde English beer
  So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer
  Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangsta
  Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a
  person, runnin a verse on like this, hahahaha..
  Whassup? This at your own risk, sucker
  
  Uhh! This at your own risk, sucker..
  P-Puh, Puh-P-Puh-P-Puh-Pooh man fuck it!
  
  People always say, "Are you the King of the West?"
  But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test
  even though, they know I'm King, I'm on a higher level
  I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil
  I mean really, how you think I'm livin?
  On the strength I'm livin like it's Thanksgiving
  So yo, whassup turkey, tryin to jerk me?
  Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt T
  The almighty individual
  You said you knew, but I don't think you really know
  about the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy
  I drive a Caddy, and I'm livin fatly
  Had me on stage in a rage
  Yellin was what ya know, that's how I get paid
  Made my mark but rappers still insist, to diss
  but yo it's at your own risk sucker
  
  Sup? It's at your own risk
  Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break
  
  Verse three is another one for those to remember
  King Tee is the champ, smashin all contenders
  For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction
  I'm snappin arms, legs and even necks and
  suckers who thrive to drive me crazy
  You know the ones who front tryin to amaze me
  Take it as a warnin cause I'm hopin that you don't diss
  But get a load of this, it's at your own risk, sucker!
  
  Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift
  Rockin the house, y'knowhatI'msayin?
  We got Walkman in the house
  We got J-Ro in the house
  We got (??).. {*echoes*}
  Y'knowhatI'msayin we cold chillin y'know
  I wanna send this record out, to the Piano Man
  Piano Man, won't you play somethin for me
  Aight, get busy, right here, c'mon c'mon
  Get funky, get, get funky, c'mon c'mon
  Get funky ass oh, ohh yeah
  Get funky, aww ooooooh shit!
  It's at your own risk suckers, knowhatI'msayin?
  Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in
  Awwww yeah..
  Aww you're doggin it man, y'knowhatI'msayin?
  SEE YA!