Silver Surfer on the cerebellumMC’s rhyme at the zoo and when they’re wack parrots tell emI cut records in morse codeI’m mentally retarted but I choose my own wardrobeRaw rap suburbaniteI’m fuckin with religion like I didn’t wear the turban rightI jerk off in my cerealYou couldn’t even fuck with the grand imperialI drop suckers like PlincoYou MC’s are wack, even if you don’t think soI step to it then bust a verseI can’t battle you cause I gots to get dusted firstI ain’t talkin ’bout drugs neitherI’m fuckin gangsta bitches cause I caugth thug feverPunching girls and grabbin gunsI’m just doin my thing yo, I’m just havin funThis ain’t the Treacherous 3, herbI saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverbI stay in bed, fuck schoolMy folks are payin 20 g’s but yo, this shit is coolI talk shit and I rock wellI gots to do the laundry cause my muthafuckin socks smellYo, that shit ain’t no joke, dudeI take off my shoes and muthafuckas start to choke foodThe fliest on a 12-inchSo is your girl, and she doesn’t make recordsThere’s a midget in my neighborhoodAnd a one armed man and they’re both my fansThey’re both Vietnam vetsThey like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threatsI farted in the fishbowlAnd then I played pinball with Zevlove XAnd Percee PAnd StezoYo, this is a hit record, manIt’s gon’ be number oneIt’s number one