Perfect hair to the second of forever Ask him do he it? Hells yeah, now or never On a mission with friends of weather Sooner the better, off to Mt. Wear your leather prepared
And watch out for my brothers He keep his strand slicked back like Scatman A balding boy, sound Janeane Garofalo Fiend for a sloppy fro, who the evil Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm Even if him got bomb weavin' Kalikelon No more or stress than your old boss The burn your eyes less 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 they old and gray like olden day scam workers
Circa one seventy-one On the mic it seems his work will never be done He seeks the ninth of power But weak geek might freak it in hour
Or so, they the fool retarded hair guy In school you could spot it he nodded here, why? I think his name was Gerald The toupee, the male anime 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 stuff Uhh, but I'm, I am committed to doing yours
So, if you can let me today That'd, uhh, be great, okay? Just, just gimme a call and fa-for the For to do the rap
And again I'm really about that other one The call, Meatwad Okay, me back dog