Gifted with spittin those thangs
William Hung you niggas....have 'em all sing
"HE BANGS!! HE BANGS!!"
Yes I do...On time and on cue so it's lata' for suckas like them and you
Mr. Wannabe grown man
Mr. Get grown in a Ford Focus man
Come on Mr. Man
Peep where I'm at yo
I challenge you to step up on this plateau where I stand
Lyrical murder be the case
Slacka' I know you wish you could hang me
Try to after I serve you a Dick Chaney
That's mad bullets to the face, and you might be the hare in this battle
But I'm the tortes which means I'm winning this race
Fuck slowin the tempo and pace....
Empro ups the mental plus base
Mr. man stop whatever you're sippin/ This silly rhyme got cats trippin like a knotted left & right shoelace
I'm keepin collars popp'd like The Fonz
Stackin then rackin chips, hittin more than Barry Bonds
3 hours from Las Vegas Nevada, who's down for a trip?
Be easy son, and hop off the TIP...I'm Dunkin' you Donuts like an Eric Estrada "CHIP"
Extra slick with white Miracle Whip that’s runnin down the side of your cheek
Even my silly rap rocks lames to sleep knocked the hell out dazed drooling and counting sheep
Come on Mr. Man
Take that Sticker off our hat! And stop tellin chicks old all R. Kelly lines....

"You Remind me of Myyyyy JEEEEEEEP"

lol