The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool
The way it repeats to trick ya like a stuttering fool
Uttering butter king jewels
His mudda been cool
Schooled on how to wash away the [bad word] in the drool pool
Made his chrome dome glisten
At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin'
Kept a spare somewhere
In these underwear, he swear
To helped her get the gum out her hair
They need to get they thumb out they rears
And show some skills the one time [bad word] out in years
Instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadows
In a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle
Take your rattle and skadaddle
Before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle

Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear
He came wit more rhymes than molecules in air

The track was like a thorn in his back
As for the rhymes, I'll give y'all fair warnin', it's crack
Whoever start [bad word] back
Quit, or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack
Sharper than a thumb tack
His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple
To him still it wasn't so simple
Kept his right and left hand beefin'
One knockin teeth in, the other one chiefin'
But first, this song'll make ya wanna stomp ya ten toes
Souped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip
Before they put the system in and had it all stripped
It ain't no need to trip
Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip
Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer
Burnin' like a bag of schwag sess in the air