[Intro]

Who the man? Who the motherfucking man?
Who the man? Who the motherfucking man?
Who the man? Who the motherfucking, motherfucking, motherfucking, fucking, motherfucking man?

[Verse 1]

Strapping bats of Afghan in the back of the Jackie Chan
Gimme a jam and hand me a bag of sand
And cancel your travel plans and come witness the full shabang
I'm a one man band, you're just a sham
Tryna run a scam, man a should flatten you where you stand
You're not in the plan, you should be banned from your own clan
For being blind cause that is the reason we'll never hang
(Precisely)
Plus I'm keeping it extra ham and a legga lamb
Back in the man, I rattle a can like tssst tssst
Buss a lickle blam on riot van, tagging up my whole damn fam
Cause I, cause I, cause I can
Firstly a fan, you better understand
Bang, bang the boogie gang are fully nang
Bread and butter and jam, is full of spam
And a sweaty gland, forgetting your head in the fucking sand
Kept it buried and cram, we get in wham
It's all parta becoming a solid plan or a hologram
Check these wagons and bands and silly brands
All brewing to the bubbling, expands and they shit their pants
The dandadda of daddy dance, movement in Paddy's plants
Slapping the future out of your grabby hands
Here, let me draw you a fucking diagram
Yeah, I just done a line of diazepam