I got a history of giving speeches

Riddled with sophisticated rhythms

So vicious it makes beginners weep

So the rap industry

Had to form a committee team

And voted ten to 3

To pull the wisdom out of me

It's bittersweet

The incision’s deep

But I had a better nap than the rappers who sleep on me

I lost my wisdom teeth

Now all my punchlines come out tongue tied

With sub-prime delivery

I can speak as easily as Mr. Bean

In that deleted scene where he, Wall E and Maggie Simpson get to meet

Forgive me, I'm jittery, my mannеrs isn't mean

It’s difficult to understand what my mannerisms mеan

The procedure took 2 and a half men with machines

Now I smile hardly, like Charlie, I miss my Sheen

Hard to clean, barred from gargling listerine

Can only chalk it up to one of Gargamel's criminal schemes

Call a colony of Smurfs to stitch up my sockets

Like a strip of those comics

Roll ‘em up and jam ‘em like gauze in my jaw sprocket

I don't want toxic complications of the Periodontal topic

No sucking on straws, I can't dislodge the clotting

Like it was an unwanted tenant of my oral apartment

I'm spilling blood every time I spit

Might take advice from the critics and finally stick a sock in it

Call it quits? No, I will not admit defeat

Don't tell me I'll walk on pins and needles ‘til infinity

Just ‘cause they stuck a driver where my back teeth would be

Your opinion's as desired as a driver’s in the backseat would be

My chew is bigger league than MLB

You could only win if you run down the clock like hickory dickory

I’m just a couple teeth lighter but this match is a victory

My wisdom's higher, couldn’t steal it with a guillotine