[Hook]
Yes, yes, y'all; you don't stop
To the beat, y'all; rock on
Yes, yes y'all; you don't quit
You keep Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell

[Verse 1]
My rhymes are criminal like Brandon Bell
Let the librarian, Miss Landon smell
My finger, after sticking it your sister
Smacked her on the ass and gave her a titty twister
That's how Deanie Rollz
I spit on her back like she was Liz Noles
And I was Buddy Pierson, word to Elle MacPherson
But I like them thicker with tattoos and piercings
For wrecking shop in the anus
I like big booty hoes like [edited]
With big titties too like [edited]
Not anorexic hoes, in fact, I find them heinous
I likes them Willendorfic
Back that ass up, we're gonna need a fork lift
This ain't for the thin Pilates girls
But the big body girls, they're the real hottie girls

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I keep it old school like the upper elementary
Chuck Sciarraba's rotting in a Florida penitentiary
He shot that fucking cabbie but it should have been a copper
My rhymes are mad fat like that Blues Traveler John Popper
Before his gastric bypass
Never will I ever let a man lick my ass
But I ain't homophobic, word to Matt Magnus
He shot Phil McClain when discovered his fagness
He was on some GodHatesFags shit
But fags hate god, and I'm more on that tip
Your mama broke my heart, it was truly tragic
But she had to leave me cause she loved the black dick
Word to Heather Melling
Big booty hoes get my nethers swelling
I had to leave Rollin for another dwelling
But I can't leave the mic, its just too compelling

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My rhymes are criminal like; Dick Cheney
I'll shoot you in the face like; Dick Cheney
I'm breaking every law like; Dick Cheney
And I eat more pussy than his daughter Mary Cheney
Word to Val Charles, in a pinch, take a rubber
And stuff it with a sock, and stick it to your lover
If she don't know the diff, then its your siren song
Cause your dick's mad limp like Byron Long
Fuck Bush, fuck Clinton, fuck Bush, fuck Reagan
When I'm on the mic, I rock hard like Pagan
You rock about as hard as Dana Burd's band
And your only fucking fans are a faggot nerd clan
Me, I got fans from around the globe
But my dream is to make Lisa Loeb disrobe
And submit to a probe from the magic stick
But nah, I heard she sucked on Magic's dick
[Hook, Var. 1]
Yes, yes, y'all; you don't stop
To the beat, y'all; rock on
Yes, yes y'all; you don't quit
You keep Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell
Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell
Dewey Knitwell; let me rock it accapell

[Verse 4]
It's Flash Master Jay, a.k.a. Dewey Knitwell
When I fuck your mama, well, you know she will not shit well
For at least a week, they call me Bad Santa
Don't support the Nazis so I don't drink Fanta
My word is law
People think that I'm an asshole like Curtis Shaw
And maybe I am, and I just don't care
Because I do more coke than Sammy Square
Psych! I never fuck with the yayo
Only white stuff I ever touched was the mayo
Look at my physique it shows
Casual Male XL's where I buy my clothes
I can barely touch my toes
The circumference of my waste only grows and grows
I wish that I was fat like Byers
Instead of fat like I am, cause I can't leave the Breyers
[Hook, Var. 2]
Yes, yes, y'all; you don't stop
To the beat, y'all; rock on
Yes, yes y'all; you don't quit
You keep Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell
Dewey Knit and Dewey Knit and Dewey Knitwell
Dewey Knitwell; efemjay never fell