You are now about to witness the strength of mud knowledge

Verse One: Jayne Cobb

Straight outta Canton, crazy ole mudder named Jayne Cobb

From the gang called Mudders With Attitudes

When I'm called off, I gotta saw off

Squeeze the trigger, and bricks are hauled off

You too, boy, if ya mess with me

The mag is gonna hafta come and get me

Off yo hump, that's how I'm goin out

For the punk magistraters that's showin out

Mudders start to mumble, they wanna rumble

Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo

Goin off on a magistrater like that

with a gat that's pointed at yo back

So give it up smooth

Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move

Here's a mudder rap to keep yo dancin

with a crime record like Mista Niska

Dirt and shovel and mud is the tool

Don't make me act the nasty mudder fool

Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe

I'm knockin magiz out tha box, daily

yo weekly, monthly and yearly

until them dumb magistraters see clearly

that I'm down with the capital M-U-D

Boy you can't mess with me

So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck

Coz Jayne Cobb is crazy with luck

As I leave, believe I'm stompin

but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Canton

Chorus:

[City of Canton, City of Canton]

[Crazy D] Yo Ben

[MC Ben] Whassup?

[Crazy D] Tell em where you from!

Verse Two: MC Ben

Straight outta Canton, another crazy ass mudder

More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger

I'm a bad ole mudder and you know this

But the weak magistraters don't show this

But I don't give a hump, I'ma make my snaps

If not from the records, from jackin the bricks

Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'

And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'

Shoot a magistrater in a minute

I find a sweet fine lady, I go up in it

So if you're at a show up at the mansion

I'm a call you a bonafide ‘panion

You'll probably get mad like a gal is supposed to

But that shows me, hun, you're composed to

a crazy ole mudder from tha fields

Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up spit

MC Ben c