Whoo  hahh... ohhahh  wooooh
 Aww shit!!

 Hey dudes my interludes more fatter than most niggaz LP's
 So don't sell me to stale cheese
 I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
 puffin on ganja  sippin on a  Cherry Bianca
 My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy
 kick more bars than the penile G
 And let my nine clap loudly
 Click click  bee yow  bang  booyaka!!
 What am I do to ya? It's somethin new to ya
 Like screwin ya, all over my studi-ah
 Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties
 That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips
 B...otch, unloosen my belt thinkin to grab the crotch
 But before you do move my glock before it shoot my cock

 And see basically them trick bitches get no dap (word)
 And see basically Redman album is no joke (word)
 And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (word)
 Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (word)

 I drop a punchline at lunchtime
 cause I'm a Close Encounter of the None Kind
 with dumb rhymes
 I battle allay'all at one time
 So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary
 in your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with, huh
 And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you
 Why you be acting all fly
 when your monkey-ass work at fast food?
 And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum artist
 always use the underground to make a comeback?
 Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that rap?
 That don't give a fuck about the radio
 plus the next bitch at that?
 And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots
 and black skelly hats?
 And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs?

 Think about it
 Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus
 This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself
 Yeah
 Ahhh
 Huh