[Verse: MF I'd like to start off by our sponsor For financing the parts for this monster Along with my partner a bro of few words We did research for true nerds and two birds Piano; do a show, same watch it And guaranteed to give 'em more than just spit MC extraordinaire, technique sort of Caught a glare, to scare, next week more to share From the most retarded-est artists year and forever Villain 'nem, ya mean big love ya Definitely felonies, me MC, yelling B, set 'em free Let me see, strategy's misleading G's all in the freezer the batteries and Z-Rims He, him stalked the concrete with And won't hurt corns when on like the stun gun *tsssst* Not so
faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxing Debunk punks with a stock And make them funky fresh with no socks for Madvillain as high as Kathmandu And tilted to the side that fat man's shoe Look, not to give a mixed The rap got more toys than Kris Kringle And he's fake, yer ears is not I can't my eyeballs no more than "Steveland" No wonder,
Snuck him like an unexpected blow a lefty me, almost shot an eye out Felt good though, even with the cotton dry out Okay, back in Never seen a living human with black skin crackin'? Besides smoking trees and wheezing For no working like a broken tetrahedron He get paid and get
Still get mad it's 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 have to skip some And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the Cut the raw melatonin put a little in Strip full of whores and grown men snoring Keep the block like Thread and Bobbin Bonus And make sure the seeds they'd never ever own this Beat a pony and sell the corpse for glue Get a portion off the proceeds for the No to bleed if there's 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 suit if the ladies could see him they'd say he's really cute Hmm Thanks in Don't try to be cool now had ya Rappers is Vance acting Who need to fix pants or get smacked by the Mac 10 Or 11, or Find Jesus, see the take the oath He his huge hands in the dark like fate Waitin' for the date to drop the tape bait