[Verse]
Swift fist like Camacho
I got so much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up, need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then f** your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
sh**, just the two hits
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits
s**ing on the tits, had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was humping around and jumping around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E
[Outro]
OK, yeah, that's the verse of that song
That wasn't something I wrote, that was just something
The f**? Did you just record me?
*Seinfeld music plays*