Perfect hair to the second of forever Ask him do he need it? yeah, now or never On a mission friends of fair weather Sooner the better, off to Mt. Wear your leather sweater
And out for Catman my brothers He keep his strand slicked back like Scatman A boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo Fiend for a sloppy fro, who the evil Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm Even if him got them bomb weavin' No more or less stress than your old The tears burn your less than fresh S-curls sores
And Brenda, the girl lost Uncle grandfather bare was pearl gloss Earl tossed, there goes a tray of hamburgers Villain 'til old and gray like olden day scam workers
Circa one nine On the mic machine it seems his work never be done He the ninth level 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 was Gerald The toupee, the male pattern anime
A good laugh the walk to the bank Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot dog
Danger Doom Master Shake, hey buddy Ah, did you get e-mails I sent? Umm, I'm waitin to hear from you I, I maybe you're, maybe you're in the shower
Do you, are you in the shower? But I'm still, totally, I got some stuff Uhh, but I'm, I am committed more to 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 sorry about that other one The call, Meatwad Okay, call me dog