Perfect hair to the power of forever Ask him do he it? Hells yeah, now or never On a mission with friends of fair the better, off to Mt. Tuna Wear your leather sweater
And out for Catman my brothers He keep his strand slicked back Scatman Caruthers A boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo Fiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm Even if him got them bomb Kalikelon No more or stress than your old boss The tears burn your eyes less than fresh sores
And Brenda, the girl lost Uncle bare chest was pearl gloss Earl tossed, there goes a whole tray of Villain 'til they old and gray like day scam workers
Circa one seventy-one On the mic machine it seems his work never be done He seeks the ninth of power But weak might freak it in another hour
Or so, they call the fool retarded guy In school you could spot it when he nodded here, I think his true name was The toupee, the male pattern herald
A good laugh like the to the bank Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot dog
Danger Doom it's Master Shake, hey Ah, did you get those I sent? Umm, I'm waitin 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 more to doing yours
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 again I'm really sorry about other one The call, sucks Okay, me back dog