So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
Now talk about your face, now don't get pissed
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
I'm walkin' on water, while you're stepping in shit
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
You people call yourselves MC's, but you're garbage men
With your ticky tack calls, didn't touch you at all
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
Come on in, now I read about you up on page six
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You sold a few records, but don't get slick
I didn't touch your hand man, you know its all ball
They was trashin' your ass, it's sad you're getting dissed
Kings County is my stomping ground
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
But when you break it down, you've only got two songs
You've been in the game, your career is long
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am?
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen
'Cause I've got more rhymes, than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
I keep that hot sauce hot, not mild and weak
You're hearing me and you're like "Oh my god its Sasquatch!"
