(VERSE 1) Silver surfer on a cerebellum Emcees rhyme at the zoo and when their whack, parents tell 'em I cut records in Morse code I'm mentally-retard but I choose my own wardrobe Raw Rap Suburbanite I'm fuckin' with religion like I didn't wear the turban right I jerk off in my cereal, you couldn't even fuck with the grand imperial I drop suckers like Plinko, you emcees are whack even if you don't think so I can't battle you 'cause I gots to get dusted first. I ain't talkin' about drugs neither, I'm fuckin' gangster bitches 'cause I caught thug fever Punching girls and grabbing guns, I'm just doing my thing, I'm just having fun This ain't the Treacherous 3, herb, I saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverb I stay in bed, fuck school, my folks are paying 20 Gs but yo this shit is cool I talk shit and I rock well, I got to do the laundry 'cause my motherfuckin' socks smell Yo that ain't no joke dude, I take off my shoes and motherfuckers start to choke food The flyest on a 12-inch, so is your girl and she doesn't make records There's a midget in my neighborhood, and a one-armed man and their both my fans They're both Vietnam Vets., they like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threats I farted in the fish bowl, then I played pinball with Zevlove X. And Percee P. And Stezo!
Yo, this is a hit record man, it's going to be number 1, it's number 1!
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