Not argued  its like deep throating a harpoon
 Wrong like Muslims disobeying Allah rules
 Packing them in like Rikers island modules
 No jiminy crickets or kermits  non dysfunctional derelicts
 Your whole style serves no purpose  feather weights  penny betting
 We separated the mic from the men  with any weapon
 I touch breaks with a windmill  footwork, and three head spins
 And I'm answer all of them before you can ask any questions
 We separate the lyricists from the lyrically less fortunate
 Trying to make a come back with Mickey Mouse choruses
 Had me, yawning, often cause your boring
 Your styles is so dead your whole clique should be mourning
 Lyrical frogmen, unknown origin, human amphibian
 The industry, don't want to let me in
 Frog without the big eyes, warts and green skin
 Dangerously hype like the Hulk on coke
 Don't discriminate I'll rip niggas on both coasts
 And I can even write a rhyme without mentioning my wardrobe
 Acapella or music, rhyme exclusive
 Everybody wants one like a cigarette in a bullpen

 Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track
 Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me

 Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track
 Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me

 Thirstin Howl the third, I become one with the mic
 When measured on potential, mc's around here aint my height
 According to these microphones I should be the emperor
 And fuck all record labels, who said I should have brought a sampler
 If rap was a game I'd be M.V.P, misinterpreted violent penalties
 And when I rhyme backwards it looks like I'm catching epilepsy
 Half man, half rhymes, only have myself to impress me
 Respect to Sabbath, remember when the rhymes were just a hitting habit
 The man felt it wasn't a part of him that didn't matter, still gave God thanks
 Had two social security cards and birth certificate that was blank
 Escape from psychiatrics, chewed upon my mattress
 And showed them the number one reason why they don't allow matches
 Throwing gut shots, I heard organs and un-guarded glands
 Could have eyeballs in your palms and still couldn't see me, with the hands


 Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track
 Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me

 Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track
 Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me

 Since I'm the frog, you emcees are courageous cats
 Forcing me to leave you like a Chinese woman, ass flat
 I remind you of your ex-wife's' cooking
 You don't know nobody who would eat me
 National geographic labeled endangered species
 Rip it, rip it, not repeat, repeat
 Emcees are minor contestants, done in, neatly
 Rap boxer, punch lines hit below the belt
 Explicit lyrics stickers, telling me to control myself
 Parental guidance, I learned from the muddy waters and deep shit
 On Skilligans Island where religion is violence
 My flow will leave you lost, like men wearing women disguises
 Lyrics tighter than the clothes made for bicyclists
 Rap's offspring, right about now my freestyles costing DJ Spinna
 Show them they're rusty and need oiling
 Had an affair with miss piggy, till I got tired of her oinking
 Hope to never see the pin like a gutter ball in bowling
 Thirstin Howl the third, frogstyle's priceless
 My mouth must be full of insect feces
 Cause I'm always saying some FLY SHIT