[Verse: MF I'd like to off by thanking our sponsor For financing the for this Frankenstein monster Along with my partner who's a bro of few We did this research for true and two birds Piano; do a show, time watch it And to give 'em more than just hock spit MC extraordinaire, technique of rare Caught a glare, sure to scare, week more to share From the retarded-est artists this year and forever 'nem, ya mean big brothers love ya Definitely felonies, me Treacherously MC, yelling B, set 'em Let me see, strategy's misleading G's all in the freezer with the batteries and He, him stalked the concrete bunion And won't hurt corns when it's on like the gun *tsssst* Not so
Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, over Debunk punks with a flow And make funky fresh with no socks for hocko Madvillain been as as Kathmandu And tilted to the side that fat man's shoe Look, not to a mixed signal The rap game got more toys Kris Kringle And fake, yer ears is not deceiving I can't believe my no more than "Steveland" No wonder,
him like an unexpected blow from a lefty Caught me, shot an eye out Felt good though, with the cotton dry mouth out Okay, time in Never a living human being with black skin What's crackin'? Besides trees and wheezing For no reason like a broken tetrahedron He get paid and get
Still get mad when time to get v-vanilla They thought the Don had gone And deep in the studies he's accepted non-violence Don't make him to skip some classes And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the Cut the raw melatonin put a little in Strip club of whores and grown men snoring Keep the block sown like Thread and Bonus And make sure the seeds know never ever own this Beat a pony and sell the corpse for glue Get a off the proceeds for the shoe No need to bleed if no pig to do Flew a fly flow the speed of Mr. Magoo Blew a wad on a card debit Come back as hell ask the god for credit it
The mask is like a hand crafted ghillie Only if the ladies could see him say he's really cute Hmm in advance Don't try to be now had ya chance Rappers is Vance acting Who need to fix pants or get smacked by the Mac 10 Or 11, or Jesus, see the reverend take the oath He moves his huge hands in the dark fate Waitin' for the date to drop the like bait