Yeah, CrewCrew's coming at you
Say it twice, don't forget it
Y'all better catch up to where we're at
You're behind the times

Can't compete with our dope rhymes
So you better say your goodbyes
We got Francois
Blitz Comet
V-Tron, the Jersey kid, on the beats
You know we rock
Then Demel-Ishun, the dopest girl on the mic

And Alpha-Dog, I bark the truth
my verses be all nice and tight
So now you know who were are
CrewCrew is the crew shining brighter than a quasar
But you're bizarre
Yes, you sir, are a loser
So cover up that freakish dome
And head back home and take your poems

OOH, loser!