(Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup
 So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
 I Can Beat Mike Tyson  plus I'm Fresh er than the Prince of Bel Air
 And I Blossom  In Colour is how I'm Living see
 some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my Public Ene ma
 Picture this  like a cinema; I'm winnin a contest
 I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
 I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
 I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
 The gold mud in my blood, I'm a stud smokin blunts
 Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I'd be Woody Wood
 They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don't collects
 Rockin a Rolex, prefer Wrist Ex instead of Solar Flex
 but I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel good
 The baddest hoes be sayin, "Oooh you're real good"
 Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
 Auntie's name is Stella, style as def/deaf as Helen Keller
 Nail a flammer with the Hammer for comin incorrect
 not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to Bruce Banner
 So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
 Kid just in the nick I kick more ass than Bruce Lee's Nike's did
 Just in the nick I kick on the geek stick, flick a Bic
 Dick a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock I tock to the
 tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
 Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole
 I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position
 to be dissin it's a, Rainbow Coalition
 I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
 like Georgie Puddin Pie but baby baby don't, cry
 Feed em I heat em and eat em if I don't need em then I leave em
 as leftovers, packin the weak MC's into ?septober?
 Til I was older, I couldn't hold a rhyme folder
 Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
 If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk, but when I'm drunk
 I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin I'm a hunk
 Like a duck I'm slammin ham MC's MC's I'm servin
 Makin the people jump like my man... Julius Erving!!!
 Those deserving props are gonna get theirs
 Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my dick hairs
 I'm the biggedy biggedy Bear ya scrub Cub with a demo tape
 Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
 for air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin
 I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin
 Cause when you ash I'll make an ass of you and only you see
 Just in the nick I kick the funky shit
 that's why they call me Bootsy