I'm old school, this mic is my ProTool' I'm three apples high, I live in a toadstool Like a Smurf, everyone at birth Is given x-ray specs, but they underuse them to undress The opposite sex, holy guacamole Let's get this rap cash 'Cause art right now is on some slapdash claptrap crap trash Leave me here, save yourself! Okay, pass me your wallet, I'll send help Now who drank the last brew? They turned off my cell again, the bill was way past due Gosh, tell a friend, but don't let 'em gas you It's all just hogwash, now back to the castle Where's that? Parts unknown When I'm home, the seeds throw darts at the throne No tart taste to the ho cakes, no jakes And first place in the go-cart race goes to (No brakes!) Teach peace to the babies We're all the same, at least for the hoes' sake Stepped on an undisclosed rake, catch a nose-ache Y'all flows is fake Yodel-lay-hee-who wants to be my protégé? Me, me too So parrot-back it, I'm an underlined caret bracket Greater than or equal to But greater than four stars, greater than straight-A report cards Greater than poor sports in divorce courts or sports bars What's your mission? Making hundreds Shaking blunders, in this epic undertaking on a fun-filled run until Dunn, chill, it ain't all about the dollar bill You could be dead broke and be a scholar still That's true, what question should I ask you? Uh: What type of ill-type of tricks do the mask do? Okay, what type of ill-type of ill tricks do the mask do? The face plate remove and I give chicks tattoos But then they can see your face, I make 'em look the other way I almost caught a case off that same shit the other day In Grady's truck is where I first got lucky In the '80s, now I make the ladies say yucky Like Sandy Bullock's, that milk mustache is bull-snot On your bald spot, now that's what I call hot!
