Got nothin' to lose, like I'm a boxcar Hobo
Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler
They call me Seymour Butts, 'cause I get more ass than most
With my "Pew-36 explosive space modulator"
Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
Psychic prediction, Egyptian description of my psychical
4-Ize, 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize
It's all piņa coladas, no cops and robbers
My flesh is weak and it's pitiful
'Cause in the grand prize game my life callin' like Jo-Jo
The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicator
The name sticks like Toto
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
Manifested, elevated, I uplifted
The seperater of fiction, I spark friction
If you say I'm not nice, then your a motherfuckin' liar
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
You similar to a Spice Girl goin' solo
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
You lost like Bebe, or a dog named Toto
Buddha be praised, you meditator
Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
My tribe's on more quests than Midnight Marauders
(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
'Cause I hustle ya, under the China
Half Allah, Half Anti-Christ Superstar
They say I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close
I kill villains in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my Dojo
Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo
Follow the leader 'cause I'm meaner than medula oblongotas
Spiritual is hooked up to the invisible
A sac with no nuts or a mack with no sluts
While I'm hittin' trees harder than Sonny Bono
Lego my Eggo 'cause I say so
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
Yo, yo, I am goin' to blow up the earth
When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
Rockin' the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw
"That's not a knife? That's a knife!"
Como estas? Tony Del Negro
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Smoking "Hay" without the crucial confliction
Entitled to your opinions, into the next millennium
Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
Big Trouble, little sewer but still I find ya 'cause I'm stinky
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a motherfuckin' homo
The elevator, the escalator
So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts
I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homey and Bozo
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this, check it
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone
So many Major Coins that I thought I had a million
