Perfect hair to the second power of Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or On a mission friends of fair weather Sooner the better, off to Mt. Wear your leather sweater
And out for Catman my brothers He his strand slicked back like Scatman Caruthers A balding boy, sound like Janeane Fiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the evil
Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm if him got them bomb weavin' Kalikelon No more or less than your old boss The tears burn your eyes than fresh S-curls sores
And Brenda, the best girl Uncle bare chest was pearl gloss Earl tossed, there goes a tray of hamburgers Villain 'til they old and like olden day scam workers
one nine seventy-one On the mic it seems his work will never be done He the ninth level of power But weak geek might freak it in another
Or so, they call the fool retarded guy In school you could spot it when he nodded here, I think his true was Gerald The toupee, the male pattern herald
A laugh like the walk to the bank Not the plank, to the hand and the hot frank dog
Danger Doom Master Shake, hey buddy Ah, did you get e-mails I sent? Umm, I'm still waitin to hear you I, I think maybe you're, maybe in the shower
Do you, are you in the Okay But I'm still, totally, I got some other Uhh, but I'm, I am committed to doing yours
So, if you can let me know That'd, uhh, that'll be great, Just, gimme a call and fa-for the schnizzle For to do the rap
And again I'm really sorry that other one The call, Meatwad Okay, call me dog