Go through wires and set fires in my garage
 Sabotage  I'm coming to you fools in camafloughe
 Gods must be crazy  stole yo' style from the eighties
 Lookin' at that show lady  why she look like Brady?
 Shady business  wanna stop and look at my profile
 People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats on Argyl
 Styles  skills  I get ill everytime I rhyme
 Quantum leaps stole my jeep  gonna catch that fool in time
 'Cause I'm Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim
 Fame, Now I'm gonna live forever, never say die
 Bronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set trip
 Dang y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot
 So pow, look at this brother with stilts
 Thinkin' his name was Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeeter
 What the? holy cow
 A brother hung a couple of sings from these trees
 The day that I became an MC

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 I'm your idol like Micheal, so won't you beat it
 I'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeated
 Mis-treated MC's like it was the eighties
 My style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound lady
 Maybe, maybe not
 Maybe you should check that
 Pop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassette
 On Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurt
 Have you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim church
 Come down to earth, now ask yourself is worth
 Losing your title in a rap recitle?
 I've been vital since my birth
 MC's get vaided 'cause I'm over-rated
 And if you laughed it, you ran
 But when I blast it, you lucky you made it
 I'm the most hated MC, just like the OB
 You'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman
 'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the Super
 I got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooper
 And ain't no to be continuied
 When I get in you get looser
 Hope that you get used to losing
 So shut up and start thinking
 Before I leave you danglin' from my mic cords
 And you hear me swingin'

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 Put yo' gun away, Superman don't run away
 See I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freeway
 But anyway, we can do this all today
 'Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard Baye
 Today's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs"
 Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-down
 You come to battle you get beat like drums
 And I'm a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came from
 And I don't care if you don't like me now
 You go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty one
 AKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim
 Also known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman

 Super, Superman
 You know they call me Superman

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