To music that just be pumpin'
 While hits just be dippin'
 The intention is for humpin' the floor
 Shinin' the wood with our jeans
 If it's denim  don't worry
 It's hip hop  don't hem 'em
 Money earnin' concernin'
 I'll be teachin' and learnin'
 Gettin' hot from my rhymes and my looks
 Not from bourbon
 No solution  no remedy
 No cure like a deodorant
 Yo  you have to be sure
 That if you talk up or walk up into myface
 That wouldn't become a big public disgrace
 'Cause I'll ban you, burn you up, and tan you
 Treat you like the elephant
 And man you will be hocked and locked in a jar with a lid
 Hangin' on a wall in Michael Jackson's crib
 'Cause I'm bad, in fact I'm a thriller
 I drink milk, that's why I'm a top biller
 Like a funeral home, I'll make a killing
 I'm not Giz even though I'm still chillin'
 Guys say I'm scary, girls say I'm cuddly
 Rough like bark but dark and lovely
 This ain't no game and I'm no toy
 And like Anita Baker, I'll bring you joy
 With my word when I open my mouth
 Ask Oliver North to go and break south
 A homo is a no-no but you know I'll smack a faggot
 Boy, you got to see me, I'm rich like Jimmy Swaggart
 I'm a loon and ya know, comin' soon
 A rhyme kicked to this Popeye tune
 This is hip hop with a little be-bop
 And I won't flop 'cause I can't stop
 I will mop up the slop and then go to the top
 'Cause I'm not Robocop, I'm Chubb Rock
 I'm Chubb Rock risin' and I'll break your leg
 And I'm more than a forty ounce, I'm more like a keg
 And I'm the big dipper, rippin' like Jack the Ripper
 And if you want the proof, the proof is in my liquor
 So you knew it and you blew it, let's get to it
 Gonna run you over with a rhyme that's like a big Buick
 And since you think you're slender, I'll slap you with a fender
 And bind you up, wind you up, and grind you up in a blender
 And then I'll serve you with coffee and cake
 Oh damn, I should've had a V-8, oh well
 I'll put you on a plate so it looks a little neater
 You're a tramp, so I'll sprinkle salt and pepper
 And paprika on your face, like mace
 So you can taste immediately
 Just like the base that went up your nose previously
 So it seems you're too zooed to battle
 Word's up chump, acne bump, skidaddle
 You're a nine, I'm a ten
 Victory is mine agai, this Bud's for me
 So here, take a Heineken
 With your self-esteem, you will never redeem
 Like Martin Luther King, you have a dream
 That maybe you will beat me, maybe defeat me
 But you're too illiterate, so I won't consider it
 Weak is the word and the rhyme is identical
 This is not the late show
 And I'm not Arsenio Hall
 But quite tall with the gall
 And I have magic and I can play ball
 And guys won't boo this, girls will jsut screw this
 It's ludicrous but we can dothis
 'Cause you're new to this, Brutus
 I'm so smooth that I'm the smoothest
 I'm not handsome but I am the cutest you ever had
 That's why I'm so glad that I'm so good I'm bad