I started off a little guy, baby full of laughter

But due to Darwin's theory I evolved into a rapper

Flip a couple chapters, this foul mouthed bastard

Is here to get this rap shit mastered

After I talk to you and get to speak what I'm about

Linguistic, twisted diarrhea of the mouth

So hot, drop the mic and I'll leave the set steamin'

I been the best breathin', since I was breast feedin'

Presto, I'm back writin' rhythmic manifestos

So let's go, I'm meaner than an angry Lou Ferrigno

Flows that'll get yo hands in the izz-air

Blunt rap, puff that, done that, been there

So tap the keg, let's get drunker than we've ever been

Liquor settin' in, shit somebody let Webster in

So go and fill yourself another dutch

And put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up



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Put your hands up, everybody stand up 'cause we ain't leavin' till they throw us in some handcuffs

So put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)

Put your hands up, roll yourself a gram up, if you ain't twisted go and fill another damn cup

And put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)



I'm a mix of rhymes with some Nirvana and Sublime

Eric Clapton with the rappin', Jimi Hendrix in his prime

A little bit of Lennon and Zeppelin up in the mixture

Stumblin' around on more drugs than Keith Richards

Hard body spitta, overnight deliver

Lyrics sharper than Legolas's arrows up in the quiver

Liquor by the pitcher, beer by the thirty rack

Droppin' dirty ass, intelligent wordy raps

So raise your hands to the God damn roof

Sippin' white grape juice with the eighty-five proof

I'm the truth, go to parties in my birthday suit

And holler at any chick I think's cute, and to boot

I'm an artist to my roots, and I got the soul

Rollin' deep, shit I'm showin' up with Jacques Cousteau

I'm a pro, here to show you what this rappin's about

So put 'em up like you have balloons attached to your house



[Chorus]



That's how we do it