[Verse 1]

Another day, I think I'll take the pony for a spin

Do or die, I got +The Bluest Eye+ like Toni Morrison

Get it...Toni Morrison?

Attack the clones, I'm back to bonin' bony whores again

Used to beat my meat, I guess I got bologna fore-uh-skin

(Ewwwwww) Hey girl you feelin' lonely? Pour the gin

We gonna get you rocky, but this dick is only for your friend

So choose your poison, either Beef-A-Roni or a tin

Can full of hors d'ouevres, served on phony porcelain

They forcin' my hand...

"Danny, you ain't right"

I beat the Blue Man Group in a blue paint fight

I'm your favorite rapper's rapper

Rap depraved me, made me

Wrap my fingers 'round your sister's throat

Impatience made me snap her

Neck; man I'm 'bout to cash this check

I had respect a couple years ago

I'm fearless, phone my dad collect

My crew?  Thicker than Steinbeck novels

We visit Milan, and do the Heimlech on models


[Chorus x 2]

"There's so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just say

Nothing, or nearly nothing"


[Verse 2]

Everbody talkin' pistols, gats; it's boring

I'll flip a new topic for you: rabbit abortions

(Ewwwwww) I'm a fetus's nightmare

No one can save 'em, even if Jesus was right there


(beat stops)


Danny!: Yo yo yo, stop the beat, hol' up hol' up hol' up


Engineer: Yo, why you stoppin' son, what's good?  You was

doin' aiight!


Danny!: Dog, DOG...I'm not making any sense, like, whatsoever...

this shit has NO topic at all --


Engineer: Man, are you crazy nigga?  This joint is hot flames

son, yo this is real hip-hop...this is real hip-hop, yo your joint

is hot flames son.  Yo keep recording, we still recording right now


(beat continues)


[Verse 2]

The pie-jacker, I jack pies for money

You niggaz is sweet, must've got baptized in honey

Rockin' skirts like that bagpipe country

Speakin' of pipes, Danny lays more pipe than a

Plumber on a summer afternoon

When I'm in the tabernacle

I can make the daughter of the pastor swoon

Watchin' cartoons...my alter ego is a

Raccoon with a pair of shades, I call him Master Poon

Hey Master Poon, what'chu doin' today?

"Well I was gonna do a track with you

But you went away!"

Hey -- what more can I say?

I can't help it that these rappin' cats is borderline gay

"You mean to tell me that cats can rap too?"

Never mind Master Poon, it's time for a nap soon

If I ain't the dopest on the mic then I'm the closest

Pneumonultramicroscopicsiliconiosis

(...just a random big word, y'knowwhatImsayin'

so I can sound smart!)


[Chorus x 2]


[Verse 3]

The streets is in a panic

Police need to increase the peace

Even though priests and obese people are

Destined for heaven even when they get beaten

I'll invite your grandfather out to Denny's and eat him

Mind of a psycho

Rhyme with my eyes closed

No piece of paper, a freak of nature with nine toes

I know you nerd rappers gon' love this

I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit

I know you backpackers gon' love this

I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit

I know the underground gon' love this

I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit


[Chorus x 1]