[Hook]
Yeah!
Young kids with the chance to be gifted
Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted
Play a position, the time is right
Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right
Your future's bright if you play it right
So tight you won't even have to roll the dice
So cold that your thoughts are ice
So nice you don't even need your fists to fight

[Verse 1]
Age one eight, I came to school with a plan
Play ball and rap, that's what I saw in advance
What was there in demand was not in my plans
Nobody needed the white rapper in their band
I understand so I looked past fast
Made beats in my room, headphones on blast
People asked if I wanted the chance to rap
I shut 'em out, embarrassed about my tracks
My shit was wack, I knew it back then
I didn't know music so I had to pretend
They knew it when I didn't know a chord
I couldn't play blind mice on my keyboard
But it was cool cuz' I had a passion for rap
And Krazy K hooked it up with some action
From his 6-String which he made sing
And my drum machine which I made ring
Combined we even made some beats that ??? felt, that was a major feat
But the beats kept going
Wrtiting rhymes in class a bastard
Never listening to what was said
Cuz' in my head was nothing but hip-hop
A 6 foot 10 white boy who rhymes in flip-flops
Hip-hop in my ??? stocks
We popped lock to the sounds from my big boombox
I couldn't stop
We worn no socks
There were no cops
We rocked till the morning drops
This was the time, Skeltz showed up
We dropped Lg to B Bell and never blew up
But it didn't matter
Because our fate was sealed
Irishtoothache was needed for the mass appeal
[Hook]
Yeah!
Young kids with the chance to be gifted
Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted
Play a position, the time is right
Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right
Your future's bright if you play it right
So tight you won't even have to roll the dice
So cold that your thoughts are ice
So nice you don't even need your fists to fight

[Verse 2]
In 2002 the pairing was made
Me and Skeltz had a chance to embrace what we played
The rhymes of our age, the (cats?) who got paid
To lace beats on the lyricists that sounded so fake
We decided to make satirical renditions
And the songs that we made were lyrical compositions:
I make my voice go (who!)
I make my voice go (what?!)
I make my voice go (when?!)
You make your voice go (where?!)
That there is how the freestyles went
We were usually bent
And they usually sent
Public safety to check upon us
We were crazy like that
Our mic skills were lazy like that
A paisley bike hat
Has nothing to do with this
But I rhyme with the words that I use
So please excuse, I don't mean to confuse
Back to the news story of the Toothache group
September, 2003, the website's made thanks to Glaze
And we create the great Spring Break 2007 for you to play
Meanwhile we are at SMC
Tup, Stubbs and Glaze are at UMD
And Muth, he's chilling and Wheeling, he's so appealing
His girls are oh so revealing
And we're dealing with beats and rhymes
And you can bet our shit was getting better with time
And you would probably bet, that we would probably met
But nah, we kept it all on the Internet
[Hook]
Yeah!
Young kids with the chance to be gifted
Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted
Play a position, the time is right
Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right
Your future's bright if you play it right
So tight you won't even have to roll the dice
So cold that your thoughts are ice
So nice you don't even need your fists to fight
(get em)

[Outro: Glaze?, E-Dubble]
My brain is big
6 foot 10 a Homosapien
Who wanna rip with thee (Nobody, nobody)
(The boss man; There's no way)