[Intro]
Yo, thanks for coming out
Get home safe
Don't hop the train, they raised the fine
To a hundred dollars
Peace

[Verse 1]
Yo, I hooked Bonita Applebum
It's a credit to my 5 star tacklebox
John Papelbon
Strong arm
I keep off off
On on
En garde
Look y'all, King Kong's balls
King Kong's bronze
Unconscious last March, Mardi Gras
Much like Wayne and Garth
Party on
Da da da dum da dum
Step in the octagon
I'm unflawed
I kiss food up to god
Love broads with broad badonkadonks
Know cats from the Bronx that could block LeBron
If not for wrong bonds with blocks they're on
Where ish gets sticky like baklava
Pugs plug hip hop where pops belong
Lads swing lance like Sir Lancelot
Cutlasses
Whew whew whew
Cut classes
Cuss, stuff caskets
Never once clutched Kafka
Or the classics
Bad Catholics
Need more than a abacus
To count cribs where there're bare cabinets
A famine is amidst average Africans
Advantageous to inactive activists
My assets are a rich ad-lib acumen
As you can see a crisp grasp of assonance
I never ask for ass I'm too masculine
But chicks fast with ass to give
Hillside Ave's crammed with applicants
Me and Anakin are quite analogous
We both look good in black and likely to attack where any planet is
How could you blame the parents when you the parasites writing narratives?
The parody's so apparent it's so embarrassing
When people think that hip hop lives
On Hot 9-7
Good heavens I'd rather catch HIV
Without Magic Johnson's medicine than listen to that ish
Hip hop's bigger like everything is in Texas
I rep Jetsons
Future rap
2 Hungry Brothers super producer rap
Supernat
Slash
Supercat
Slash
Who the cat you should catscan
Sandman

TBC