It's a bird...
  It's a plane!
  Hee hee hee hee  naw! It's Sooperman Lover  baby!

  Daddy  Daddy!
  Would you please read us a story?
  Alright  get over here and sit yo big ass down
 Lemme tell you about the Sooperman Lover...

 Verse 1

 Ayo  I was out to lunch and shit
 Puffin' on a blunt to get my head read(y)
 Boogie'n to my walkman
 With an "S" on my chest
 (Bust a move!)
 Yes I'm a Superhero, don't forget
 I smoke mad niggas
 So to hell with cigarettes
 But anyway,
 Let's get back to this skit
 You know who the fuck I am
 So git off that ol' bull-SHUCKS
 Lunchtime was up, (FUCK!!)
 Let me jet, Or i'll collect unemployment bucks
 On the way back, black,
 I spotted this object, a stray cat
 Stuck in a tree
 With a tag that says that:
 "If found,
 Please return to this address"
 (How did you see it)?
 Nigga! Wit my X-Ray eye set!
 Like "Pchoooooooww"!
 I jetted to the closest phone-booth
 Quick fast,
 I dipped into my Sooperlover suit...

 (I can leap,
 tall buildings
 In a single bound...)

 BOOOM!!!!
 Right through the fuckin' phone-booth ceiling!
 (IT'S A PLANE!)
 Naw, Sooperman Lover's the name
 I can slam King-Kong
 And pick up freight trains
 On a mission,
 To save this cat/that was wishin'
 He was in his litter
 Watchin' Fritz on channel 6'n
 Relaxin'
 feet cocked-up/ just a little
 With a cod cocktail
 And a bowl, of tender vittles
 I snatched, him
 Took off through the air like a pigeon
 Quick so he won't start
 meowin' and bitchin'
 The letter in cat's tag address (?)
 said THE PROJECTS
 (Elevator's broke!)
 So I had to take the back steps
 (Knock, Knock)
 The door opened
 then my eyes swole
 from this BADASS DAME (Damn!)
 Sippin' a quart of "Old Gold"
 -"Yo, is this your cat?"
 -"Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?"
 -"He was stuck in a tree,
 Around Uptown Manhattan"
 -"Well how the hell did you save him?
 Are you Police/Undercover?"
 -"Naw baby,
 The "S" on my chest stands for:"


 Chorus: Sooperman Lover (Yeah!)
 Baby call him the Sooperman Lover
 Something wrong...
 Something wrong, indeed
 Something wrong. Yes, yes indeed...

 Verse 2

 She was grateful
 Lookin' for ways to repay me
 No money,
 A donut, and some..uhm coffee maybe?
 Of course
 What kind of sauce(?) did I take?
 Make my donut Jelly
 And my coffee Sanka
 We sat,
 Unhooked the cape from the back
 She felt my arms
 'Cause my pythons looked stacked
 "Goddamn, Sooperlover!
 Yo shit looks thick
 Tell me, how strong are you
 With muscles like this? (you bad motherfucker!)"

 (I'm stronger than a locomotive)

 I'll keep hittin ya like Rocky
 She ran to the room
 And came back with a (?)
 Negligee, high-heeled shoes,
 Wit' a blunt in her mouth
 Ready to roll up,
 Hey hold up/ she had the dollar fold(ed) up
 To mix the coke with the smoke
 Yo, she was no joke
 She took a sniff,
 Some got on her top lip
 That bitch stuck out her tounge
 and gave her top lip a lick
 and said: -"Here baby, hit it."
 -"Naw baby, I ain't wit' it
 You'd need more than a body
 To make me wanna hit that shit!"
 But I'll hit the blunt
 So she took out her fronts
 Cracked the philly
 Opened the bag and laid out the skunk
 Then I took a long pull
 It was hype/ outtasite
 We ran into the bedroom
 So I cracked my pants for head room
 Later, tossed the covers
 And oh, brother! I was wit' it
 Ready to hit it
 Asked my dick, "YO, WHASSUP GEE?"
 "Yo man, shit's thick"
 Licked her down her belly
 And kissed her on her back
 Stuck my hands betewwn the legs
 And I felt the bozack(!)
 As big as mine (YO!)
 This bitch must be craze,
 So I threw my suit on
 And I was Swayze...
 'Cause I'm the:

 Chorus