[Chorus] Dice Dice Baby Dice Dice Baby He can't stop, can he be clean? Never Dice is back and he's hornier than ever Steps to the mic but he don't say nothin' When he starts talking he still says nothin' Will he ever stop? Yo, I doubt it People gather 'round let me tell you about it Sick, he'd be a genius, 'though If his I.Q. was as big as his ego Jokes, he doesn't know how to write 'em Can't write a one, but he knows how to bite 'em Insults, that's all he pours on Thinks he's the best but he's dressed like a moron Light it and smoke it, he's gonna die soon Wraps his arm around his head just like a baboon If there's a dirty joke bet he knows it Watch his career as the Dice man blows it [Chorus] Always huffin' and puffin' Like the Big Bad Wolf, but he ain't sayin' nothing Now that he's known he's no longer funny Harder to stop than the Energizer Bunny Hates you, if you're not just like him But I'd k** myself before I acted like him Life ain't fair, his head's real dense But he's makin' money I'm not even makin' sense Leather, is all he wears With his George Jetson snap-on hair Women can't stand him, eMpTyV banned him What about his movie? It left him stranded Music, hates songs like this one He wears studs 'cause he thinks he's one He'll insult you if he gets the chance His fairy tales insult you're intellegence All he talks about are girls in bikinis In real life his girls wear beanies Live, he's more than rude Spice has a rhyme about Dice with an attitude If he was funny it'd be different But his tapes sound worse than the ones in his basement Posse, called Sudden d**h I better hurry up 'cause I'm runnin' out of breath No respect for anything Dice is convinced he was born to be king Babble on and on, man, king of what? His entire second tape is proof that he's nuts I wanna check him out when he turns 81 Will he be the same with no hair and a big bu*t If there's a dirty joke, bet he knows it Watch his career as the Dice man blows it [Chorus] Take heed, he's a comical monster Dice is a man that does what he wants to Fine, let him speak his wind It'll keep him happy, out of our skin 'Cause the man's like a new born baby Cryin' and crappin', driving me crazy Give the man a pacifier, tell him it's a cigarrette 'Cause if you don't, then he'll wanna get On stage, and give you his routine Talk like a drug addict, walk like a chimpanzee Goodbye, go find your brain If his life was a ring he'd throw it down the drain Lost respect and he lost it fast Magnified by the fact that he has no cla** If there's a dirty joke bet he knows it Watch his career as the Dice man blows it [Chorus]