[Spitz the Microphone Hitter]

Sometimes I wonder why God gave me the gift of gab, when I blab I got the skills that you wish you had swing never miss, got the funkadelic twist coming swift like a fist in a rage catch my drift

So what if pigs could fly? He'd have me wrapped around your finger and unbelieve them lies

Mercy, bloody mercies, won't my eardrums cry

Then I take the time of preparation for the track penetration cause a crowd stimulation, huh? It's all it takes to be the man I am and if I got it going on, well that's the plan, damn my man has got you covered like a blanket kid, your rhymes are so booty, took a paddle, had to spank it

[Pip Skid]

I may be fat, but you're ugly, and I can die it, enjoy who I am and dislike the crowd quiet, call me Degrassi as I roll like wheels

My walk, man, causing damage, walking blister my heels

I release like my name was Rollie Fingers, throwing pitch

Get more thumbs up than a hiker on a hitch

Cover Brandon like a blanket (all over like a taxi) do the job like a pad so you know that I'm the maxi

Got it bad for the microphone and hot for the teacher, when we're with Mood Ruff you know it's the main feature

Drop flow like Ricky Shroder drop the wire (the wire)

The five of us good friends there's no spy versus Spy Kids race to our shows like an after school special, now you in my fields so by mistake you call me Cecil

The boys caught the sneakers like Mario Lemieux, I like to fucking swear, so now I'm fucking through

[Dazol the Daydream Fiend]

Well, I'm all dressed up in my mood and I'm lifted. The tongue's quicker than the eye, so watch my fly on, strong like a knight in shining armor (Tactics, I guess it's the bomb song) It's a brave new world for hip-hop and it's present tense, hence the fact of the fattest and Farm Fresh I come stealth attracting colors like Crayolas

My mind to the script but you just can't hold us or handle us cause this shit's so scandalous spits in the house and we're getting mad with this escapism which is just the right prism so shed your light on jump up and say right on

Rise like [?] mind with the boys by my side With the eyes on the prize I get slick Like a tortoise on a mic check jam Reflect the Wu-Tang, got the Method, Man

[mcenroe]

Well it's Rod, Pat, and Tyler. Tyler, Pat, and Rod

Can't forget Eli and Garfield, fat, (oh my god) ooh I lay clean to a weak stage name but kinda like a referee I run the game, not the same like Siamese I check it like Chinese, debuted my beats months ago and now you're eyeing these or hearing these Cause you're hearing these slick I wish wack emcee's would get off my... Telephone line because you're clogging it all up, Why did you call? Just because you got your [?]

So gallop one two and we're gonna send you off to the factory and you're gonna be glued

A horse, of course, I know you got the connection I make your body stiff like your one big erection

So follow my suggestion and leave me be, I stay alive like John Travolta and you're dead like a Bee Gee