[Verse: MF I'd like to start off by our sponsor For financing the for this Frankenstein monster Along my partner who's a bro of few words We did research for true nerds and two birds do a show, same time watch it And guaranteed to 'em more than just hock spit MC extraordinaire, technique of rare Caught a glare, sure to scare, week more to share From the most retarded-est artists this year and '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 the batteries and Z-Rims He, him stalked the concrete with And won't hurt corns when it's on like the gun *tsssst* Not so
faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxing Debunk punks a stock flow And them funky fresh with no socks for hocko been as high as Kathmandu And tilted to the like that fat man's shoe Look, not to give a signal The rap game got toys than Kris Kringle And fake, yer ears is not deceiving I can't believe my eyeballs no more "Steveland" No wonder,
Snuck him an unexpected blow from a lefty Caught me, shot an eye out Felt though, even with the cotton dry mouth out Okay, time in Never seen a living human with black skin crackin'? Besides smoking trees and wheezing For no reason working like a tetrahedron He get and get even
Still get mad when it's time to get They thought the Don had silent And deep in the studies he's accepted non-violence Don't him have to skip some classes And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the Cut the raw melatonin put a more in Strip full of whores and grown men snoring Keep the sown like Thread and Bobbin Bonus And make sure the know they'd never ever own this Beat a dead pony and the corpse for glue Get a off the proceeds for the shoe No need to if there's no pig to do a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo Blew a wad on a platinum debit back broke as hell ask the god for credit it
The mask is like a hand ghillie suit if the ladies could see him they'd say he's really cute Hmm Thanks in Don't try to be now had ya chance Rappers is Bagger Vance Who need to fix pants or get smacked by the Mac 10 Or 11, or Find Jesus, see the reverend the oath He moves his huge in the dark like fate Waitin' for the to drop the tape like bait