Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up
 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash
 And You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making Cash
 I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets
 To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This
 I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing
 Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing
 Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave
 Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K.
 Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The
 Soul
 Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal
 A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape Ape
 I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape
 Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button
 And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing
 More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious
 Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus
 Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function
 Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction
 Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret
 Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It
 And So The Story Goes On And On
 Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning