Your rapper- he's whack dude, does he even try?

Can he do what mine do? Think you should say buh bye.



Get up on the mic like a five on a fifty.

Quickly avoid the hickeys of the bucktoothed bitties.

Fake Timberlake just to be by Britney.

Smoke that pipe with Witney, shoot that blow with Iggy.

L.I.B, N.Y.C and all places in between,

you could call me a mint cuz I make the green.

I make the scene, I make believe that you all was naked,

so I wouldn't have to fake it. Just copy and paste it,

like Adobe Photoshop, Red Foreman in Robocop.

I get up on the mic and you know I won't fuckin stop.

It's like the props of Carrot Top, or yellow stains in my socks.

You acting like you hip? Your all hepped up on hopps.

So, just do the body rock, cause the beat just be so bumpin'.

Let's get our groove on before our carriage is a pumpkin,

before they outlaw fuckin', not bad for a drunken munchkin.