[Hook] Yes, yes, y'all; you don't stop To the beat, y'all; rock on Yes, yes y'all; you don't quit You keep Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell [Verse 1] My rhymes are criminal like Brandon Bell Let the librarian, Miss Landon smell My finger, after sticking it your sister Smacked her on the a** and gave her a titty twister That's how Deanie Rollz I spit on her back like she was Liz Noles And I was Buddy Pierson, word to Elle MacPherson But I like them thicker with tattoos and piercings For wrecking shop in the an*s I like big booty hoes like [edited] With big titties too like [edited] Not anorexic hoes, in fact, I find them heinous I likes them Willendorfic Back that a** up, we're gonna need a fork lift This ain't for the thin Pilates girls But the big body girls, they're the real hottie girls [Hook] [Verse 2] I keep it old school like the upper elementary Chuck Sciarraba's rotting in a Florida penitentiary He shot that f**ing cabbie but it should have been a copper My rhymes are mad fat like that Blues Traveler John Popper Before his gastric bypa** Never will I ever let a man lick my a** But I ain't h*mophobic, word to Matt Magnus He shot Phil McClain when discovered his f*gness He was on some GodHatesf*gs sh** But f*gs hate god, and I'm more on that tip Your mama broke my heart, it was truly tragic But she had to leave me cause she loved the black dick Word to Heather Melling Big booty hoes get my nethers swelling I had to leave Rollin for another dwelling But I can't leave the mic, its just too compelling [Hook] [Verse 3] My rhymes are criminal like; Dick Cheney I'll shoot you in the face like; Dick Cheney I'm breaking every law like; Dick Cheney And I eat more p**y than his daughter Mary Cheney Word to Val Charles, in a pinch, take a rubber And stuff it with a sock, and stick it to your lover If she don't know the diff, then its your siren song Cause your dick's mad limp like Byron Long f** Bush, f** Clinton, f** Bush, f** Reagan When I'm on the mic, I rock hard like Pagan You rock about as hard as Dana Burd's band And your only f**ing fans are a f*ggot nerd clan Me, I got fans from around the globe But my dream is to make Lisa Loeb disrobe And submit to a probe from the magic stick But nah, I heard she s**ed on Magic's dick [Hook, Var. 1] Yes, yes, y'all; you don't stop To the beat, y'all; rock on Yes, yes y'all; you don't quit You keep Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell Dewey Knitwell; let me rock it accapell [Verse 4] It's Flash Master Jay, a.k.a. Dewey Knitwell When I f** your mama, well, you know she will not sh** well For at least a week, they call me Bad Santa Don't support the Nazis so I don't drink Fanta My word is law People think that I'm an a**hole like Curtis Shaw And maybe I am, and I just don't care Because I do more coke than Sammy Square Psych! I never f** with the yayo Only white stuff I ever touched was the mayo Look at my physique it shows Casual Male XL's where I buy my clothes I can barely touch my toes The circumference of my waste only grows and grows I wish that I was fat like Byers Instead of fat like I am, cause I can't leave the Breyers [Hook, Var. 2] Yes, yes, y'all; you don't stop To the beat, y'all; rock on Yes, yes y'all; you don't quit You keep Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell Dewey Knitwell; efemjay never fell