[Verse: Chaos Kid & DJ Butterfingers]
Now the mic smells like manure
Oh, God, I think it's from the sewer
No, I got another dope rhyme
Oh, shit, it's so bad
That didn't rhyme, but it doesn't really matter
'Cause I get on the mic and chatter
All the lines that you love to bite
You get in my face and I'll recite
All the things I have about apartheid
How the fuck am I supposed to think of a rhyme for that?
*burp*
What rhymes with "burp?"
All the things that rhyme with "Apartheid"
Like your mom sucks dick and you wash her with Tide
Now, every time I say a littlе fig
Your mom gets over with a fat gold ring
Now, I gotta rhyme about Martin Luthеr
The brother, he's my man
But, you fuckin' Elijah Muhammad motherfucker
You could suck my damn dick and I still won't understand
Now, it's back to this thing I call a "Fat Ruby Ring"
Fat ruby rings really ain't shit, 'cause those ain't nothin' but a goddamn stick on a dick
Grab the mic, no you ain't
Yeah I like to paint
I like to paint and I like to draw
I like to call and I like to snore
I like the floor, I like the walls
I like the halls, I like my balls
I like my balls, I like my dick
I like my dick, I like my— (Do a second rhyme)
Euh, and I like my teeth
I like my teeth, I like my shoe
I like my hat, I like my fat gold ring
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Chaos Kid]
On the mic, on the mic
On the mic is another fart ringing real loud
On the mic another fart ringing loud
Bla-bla-bla-bla
Now, I got a thing about this guy named Jack
He doesn't sell shit, that was last time
This is a different time
I'm finna bust with the new funky rhyme
Marshall touches mic one more goddamn time
And I'ma put my fist right up your goddamn ass

[Outro]
B-A-S-S-M-I-N-T-P-R-U-D-C-U-T-I-O-N-S
Gives all the sex
Hold on, I think I spelled it wrong
I'll do it again, one more time