[Intro: Maylay Sparks]
Yeah, everybody get up, like I said
Rick Smooth, whatup, (Tah Shamel?)
Yo, It's Maylay Sparks two-thousand and one

[Verse 1: Maylay Sparks]
In the silhouette, standing erect
Tower projects, insects cling to the steps
Oral sex, my head blessed
(Backwards steamed in conquest?)
The cello rest against my chest
Stroking a (sorceress in unison?)
(Yeah, it's our heart?)
(Throwing support on my dolos?)
(V cut the bottle?)
(Siento porro ...) My journal
Red and smoking external
Through mass verbal my herbal habit
Magic puff dragon and purple, my inner circle
Violated suckers annihilated
Shroom playing MF Doom
Plum skins, I'm a fondle 'em
Ten more stamps, that ain't no problem
Laser light, (power?) sublime
Sound leaking through the Terrordome
Big gold chains and herringbones from Yellowstone
{Big gold chains and herringbones}
Parties on the rocks in Arizona to Stonehenge
{Rocked ill fests from London to Sweden}
And London's fans they exed out
Long binge, pour me the next stout
Bounced all the wack emcees out, they can't win