[Verse 1:]
I'm from the gun shine state so my gun must shine
I'm trying to impregnate Beyonce's sister, just one more time
So, take a toke of this, you won't be breathing well
I'm all about biscuits and trees, like a Keibler Elf
I snuff bikers give a f***, I ride a unicycle
With plush tires right through the offices of rough riders
Here's a thug reminder, a goon quick tip:
You belong in the ladies' room, cause you be on some b**** s***
I'll never stop writing rhymes like this, (Cause)
Show you what a point blank shot to your ribs (Does)
You seen the holes those shells made?
You a hotel maid, cause all you do is foam, that's so gay
I tried to kick a field goal
I missed the ball, my shoe flew off and hit you in the f***en head with a steel toe
For real though, I got this underground bulls*** wrapped around my finger
Not a rapper or singer that's quite as I'll as I am
Carve out your eyes and scramble them b****es next to the bacon in my frying pan
I was a stick-up kid, it was f***ed up but fun
(Why?) Cause I used a Nintendo Duck Hunt gun

[Chorus:]
Step to me, better Step Correctly
Cause I'm a break your jaw if you disrespect me
Get on the mic, get on the mic, god damnit
Get on the mic

[Verse 2:]
Pull up right next to you at the drive-thru
I ain't here to buy food, stupid ain't no telling what I might do
Lickin' shots, speed off, with the perfect timing
Yeah the tires screech, no it ain't Dustin Diamond
You f***in suck at rhymin, weak impostors, I've been iller
You're Ben Stiller, it's time to Meet the Fockers
You don't greet me proper
I'm a slam your head mother f***en face down flat into a greasy saucer
Pass the cheesy salsa, I'm making nachos
I told you we gonna make it rain so b**** bring a pancho
I'm the best at war, that's what the heckler for
Play me like it's chess and I'll smack you with a checker board
You should check my repo, it's quite impressive baby
This year I'm eatin' real meal like veal with extra gravy
You was an extra for a lady in a cheap film
In a nasty scene that left the camera lens with skeet film
Without a doubt, yeah we know what you're about
You love sausage so much, when you talk you spit sauerkraut
Yeah, you heard me?
Yo, when you talk you spit sauerkraut out your mouth
Biatch

[Chorus:]
So if you're gonna step, better Step Correctly
I got the microphone skills, gods bless me
So if you're gonna step, Step Correctly
Mister Sinister, tell 'em who I'm gonna get to have the best beats