Make no mistake, son, it's Jake One
He makes beats, well, like I likes my steaks done
With sautéed onions and hella Worcestershire
A gushy beer to wash it down, douche your ear

And clean the crud out your third eye
For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly
I had the first fan base of all hater
Hold that from now it's more waste for y'all later

The bigger they ball they fall greater in gay skirt
The ***** they call for tall paper hit pay dirt
Say work and do you one better, show and prove it
True MC's flow so lose it or move it

With the two bits spit they sunk him for two cent
Whoever writ they **** tell 'em quit it, they too bent
Cut the losses, it ain't balanced what the cost is in horses
Off Saadiq and let 'em know who the boss is

Get 'er done, yo son
Get 'er done, yo son
Get 'er done, yo son
Get 'er done, yo son

And it ain't no dental
Only the innate way to groove seem to paint your mental
Using the insane flow stencil
He said in plain English, ain't payin' yo' rent bill

But still, the gent was ill
With the intent to kill, the set was krill
To the full extent of skill, vent the grill
Villain make 'em feel like the deal spent a mill

Method for real folks, bet'cha dying dollar
Get them to steel choke when they met the iron collar
Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf
Metal Face rhyme sayers mention 'em both

Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear
To stack more dough more calmly this year
Doom, get the cash like cow, cheddar son
Have it in a smash like bow, get 'er done

Get 'er done, yo son
Get 'er done, yo son
Get 'er done, yo son
Get 'er done, yo son

Get 'er done
Get 'er done