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 controls the automatic

For any dumb magistrater that starts static

Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself

every time I pull a shovel off the shelf

The security is maximum and that's a law

B-E-N spells Ben but I'm raw

See, coz I'm the crazy mudder villain

The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin

that's takin place without a clue

And once you're on the scope, your hump is through

Look, you might take it as a trip

but a mudder like Ben is on a gangsta tip

Straight outta Canton...

Chorus:

[City of Canton, City of Canton]

[Dr. Play] Crazy is his name and the boy is comin...

Verse Three: Crazy D

...straight outta Canton

is a mudder that'll smother yo' mother

and make ya sister think I love her

Dangerous crazy mudder raises hell

And if I ever get caught I make bail

See, I don't give a hump, that's the problem

I see a magistratin’ cop I don't dodge him

But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while

And when I see a ‘strate pass, I smile

To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a ‘strater ridin’

but don't know where the hump he's going, just rollin

lookin for the one they call Crazy

But here's a flash, they never seize me

Ruthless! Never seen like a bubble in the mud

except when I pop up, see I'll get over this old town

and hear the scream of the one who got the last knock down

Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin

But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin

So what about the ‘strate who got shot? Forget him!

You think I give a hump about a ‘strate? I ain't a slim jim!

This is the autobiography of MWA, and if you ever mess with us

You'll get taken by a stupid dope mudder who will smother

word to the magistraters, straight outta Canton

Chorus:

[City of Canton, City of Canton]