[Verse 1: Nanashi]
What be the Scoop Scooby
Fella lyricist spitting brick and skin color djibouti
Looking spooky more Avant garde than kabuki
Spiting like a child file lines loopy spooky truly broody
Nough so to make a floozy do thee Harlem shake up out the clothe quick
Balls big enough to make Jaw's jaw split with one flick of the Horn of some Norwal sh**
co*ky Sonny boy thinking that since he shine on he also runs ship
That son of a Dick I ain't given'em a Butkus
But we sure can trade blows Brain knows instinct only
Like lairs know to stay in pocket with stories about fight which are squally