Perfect hair to the second of forever Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or On a mission friends of fair weather the better, off to Mt. Tuna Wear your prepared sweater
And watch out for my brothers He keep his strand slicked back like Caruthers A balding boy, sound like Garofalo Fiend for a sloppy fro, who the evil Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm Even if him got them weavin' Kalikelon No or less stress than your old boss The tears burn your less than fresh S-curls sores
And Brenda, the best lost Uncle grandfather bare chest was gloss Earl tossed, there a whole tray of hamburgers Villain 'til they old and gray like day scam workers
Circa one seventy-one On the mic machine it seems his work will never be He seeks the ninth of power But weak geek might freak it in another
Or so, they call the fool hair guy In school you could spot it when he here, why? I think his true name was The toupee, the male anime herald
A good laugh the walk to the bank Not the plank, talk to the and the hot frank dog
Danger it's Master Shake, hey buddy Ah, did you get e-mails I sent? Umm, I'm still to hear from you I, I think maybe you're, maybe you're in the
Do you, are you in the shower? But I'm still, totally, I got other stuff Uhh, but I'm, I am committed more to doing
So, if you can let me today That'd, uhh, that'll be great, Just, gimme a call and fa-for the schnizzle For to do the rap
And I'm really sorry about that other one The call, Meatwad Okay, me back dog