(VERSE 1)
Silver surfer on a cerebellum
Emcees rhyme at the zoo and when their whack, parents tell 'em
I cut records in Morse code
I'm mentally-retard but I choose my own wardrobe
Raw Rap Suburbanite
I'm f**in' with religion like I didn't wear the turban right
I jerk off in my cereal, you couldn't even f** with the grand imperial
I drop s**ers like Plinko, you emcees are whack even if you don't think so
I can't battle you 'cause I gots to get dusted first.
I ain't talkin' about d** neither, I'm f**in' gangster b**hes 'cause I caught thug fever
Punching girls and grabbing guns, I'm just doing my thing, I'm just having fun
This ain't the Treacherous 3, herb, I saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverb
I stay in bed, f** school, my folks are paying 20 Gs but yo this sh** is cool
I talk sh** and I rock well, I got to do the laundry 'cause my motherf**in' socks smell
Yo that ain't no joke dude, I take off my shoes and motherf**ers start to choke food
The flyest on a 12-inch, so is your girl and she doesn't make records
There's a midget in my neighborhood, and a one-armed man and their both my fans
They're both Vietnam Vets., they like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threats
I farted in the fish bowl, then I played pinball with Zevlove X. And Percee P. And Stezo!
Yo, this is a hit record man, it's going to be number 1, it's number 1!