Pump a fist

If you’re sitting at the bus stop

Sipping on generic pop

If this tune rocks

Roll it up like tube socks

From the Mellow Yellow

To the Velcro shoes

It’s that groovy smooth dude

With the Cooley high voodoo

Spiking Yoo-hoo with Kahlua

Since the fifth-grade

Present day

Turning tables

Line One

Frying mic cables

OK?

Now that we’re on the same page

You’ll never see this emcee

And a sucker

Share the same stage

Or taking the elevator together

I hate elevators

Eating all the birthday cake

Your demise celebrator

Give me five

Deejay

Keep the beat recycling

Drive without a seatbelt

I’m a rebel to society

12 o’clock

Open up the coffin

Drop the record raw kid

Don’t blink an eyelid

What

12 o’clock

That’s what they say

Always on the DL

Initials of my middle-name

Danger is the phrase

Most people say

When they’re afraid

You see the mic’s in my last name

Divine Elevation

Reigning down from Heaven

Pure destruction

When the blast came

Watch me change the rap game

To the Red Sea

With dead emcees

Belly up

Damned

In the mainstream

Digging deeper now

Reach beneath the surface

Flood the earth with worms

Feel the vibration of the warships

Tormented lyricist

War of the worlds

Type attack

Dropping language

Bombs like

George Hitler

Smoking crack

Dreaming of a threesome

With the Bush twins

Bound to stick those sisters someday

Not just talking push pins

200 pounds

I got plenty of cushion for the pushing

Big smelly teddy bear

I wanna smell what momma’s cooking

Home grown

You can tell by the phone groan

They call this service all the time

Been known to make them both moan

Like Koko

Big ugly dude

Touching kittens

White gorilla

Man or myth?

Bless the mic

And kiss it-

Rapping’s my gift

That you’ll never get for Christmas

Nightmare on Beat Street

High Noon

With a hit list

12 o’clock

Open up the coffin

Drop the record raw kid

Don’t blink an eyelid

What

12 o’clock

That’s what they say

Here comes the matador

Say my name more than a

Communist dictatorship

Bagging chips

Finger-licking

Nacho

Business

Speaks in third-person

When he raps in cursive

Sitting up in the hospital bed

Eats Vicodin like nurses

Grab the Double D’s

Batteries not included

Take it out and blow

My Nintendo needs to be rebooted

But not with Timbalands

Doc’s

Jungle Boots

Or Scholl’s

I don’t need to join the Marines

In order to go commando

Like Rambo

And lasso

All of you fatties

Sucking hambones

With my split-identity’s

Schizophrenic trinity

I can go on for inifinity

Believe me

But just because I can

Doesn’t mean you can too

It’s not that easy

Repeat after me

Believe me

But just because I can

Doesn’t mean you can too

It’s not that easy

Repeat after me

Believe me

But just because I can

Doesn’t mean you can too

It’s not that easy

Repeat after me

I said

Repeat after me

But just because I can

Doesn’t mean you can too

It’s not that easy

But just because I can

Doesn’t mean you can too

It’s not that easy

12 o’clock

Open up the coffin

Drop the record raw kid

Don’t blink an eyelid

What

12 o’clock

That’s what they say