Silver Surfer on the cerebellum   MC's rhyme at the zoo and when they're whack parrots tell em   I cut records in morse code   I'm mentally retarded but I choose my own wardrobe   Raw rap suburbanite   I'm fuckin' with religion like I didn't wear the turban right   I jerk off in my cereal   You couldn't even fuck with the grand imperial   I drop suckers like Plinco   You MC's are whack, even if you don't think so   I step to it then bust a verse   I can't battle you cause I gots to get dusted first   I ain't talkin 'bout drugs neither   I'm fuckin' gangsta bitches cause I caught thug fever   Punching girls and grabbing guns   I'm just doing my thing yo, I'm just havin' fun   This ain't the Treacherous 3, herb   I saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverb   I stay in bed, fuck school   My folks are payin' 20 g's but yo, this shit is cool   I talk shit and I rock well   I gots to do the laundry cause my muthafuckin' socks smell   Yo, that shit ain't no joke, dude   I take off my shoes and muthafuckas start to choke food   The fliest on a 12-inch   So is your girl, and she doesn't make records   There's a midget in my neighborhood   And a one armed man and they're both my fans   They're both Vietnam vets   They like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threats   I farted in the fishbowl   And then I played pinball with Zevlove X   And Percee P   And Stezo   Yo, this is a hit record, man   It's gon' be number one   It's number one