Judged him by his shoes, hot smelly brogan
Four in the five, a cork on the freeway
He said, "Damn, act like you know me
Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre
If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight
Villain, find a way to make 'em pay whatever we say
No prick barbarian, a strict bear-atarian
Rappers suck, when they spit, I doubt 'em
Coulda sold a million, then the villain went for dolo
Very well, what you want, a brownie?
The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the *** *** outta 'em
The stiff *** made her lose her lipstick and hairpin
Doom clickin' over two chickens, three-way
Dumile got her like Inuyasha got Kagome
A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe
A sick pair of merry men
A wire is dead, he's in it for the cash flow
Psst, time waits for no man
But obviously, I am wrong
About Doom, the great, a lot more confident
And cited creative differences
I hear you talked to some other people
Let a brother know once you lasso Hasbro
He kept his paper digits in a chunk
Even with the mask on, show me what you owe me"
Go *** yourself
And wonderin' what the damage is to retain Harvey Birdman?
Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent
I don't give it out for free though
Hell-bented and heaven-scented
So when he come with Destro, he gets no hassle
He did a solo on the oboe
Digest a group and sell the poop on eBay
You're stupid
I'd like to send a big up to Firehead Lazzo
The beat is like a swift kick in the rear end
The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe
Basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses
I really love your tape but I hate your inventions
Danger with the vest screamin, "Shoot the DJ!"
He took off the mask and whispered, "Put me where you found me"
What we have here is a failure to communicate
It was time well spent, vented, spelt and dented
Could hardly get a word in
Budged him with the news, called him pot-bellied Conan
And I thought you were smarter than that
'Cause you know my rappin' is the ***
Once joined a rap, click midgets into crunk
Ah, I heard you're doin' a little project and uh, y'know
Yo, uh, Danger, it's me, your old buddy, Shake
On a blind date, a lover with a slow chrome hand
State your intentions
Tell her brush her grill and wash her face and *** a homey
