[Verse 1]

Let me get to the point and begin

I'm stuck to the pick

Like a Siamese twin joined at the bend

Lend me an ear while I present dispensive pence

On the stencils, send sentimentals

I spit rhapsodies on these rap CDs

For MCs that don't know half of me

Max out the capacity when I flip the script

With some gymnastic mastery

I'm a white kid, the ghost with the most

Flow bragadociously from coast to coast

Yo fuck a cracker I'm a whole loaf of toast

It's like butter when I jam to the notes that I wrote

Rememo the ill flow

Steady talking shit like this mics a commode

Stone cold to the bone, I be breezing

Cool similes that leave the bon freezing

Babble on, last song

A rat that'll spit wisecracks through the cast that wanna tagalong

Face facts, you're a whack ass vagabond

You couldn't walk the same line we stagger on

[Verse 2]

Sitting on top of the world, what a view

Can't be touched when I'm Parlez-Vous

I clutch the mic with K on the ones and twos

Yo it's the Lab Rats, everyday we amazin' you

Keepin' it high, blaze the fuse

Drop razor grooves and clock rave reviews

Two motherfuckers who got nothing to lose

Hip hop, rhythm and blues Nicotineism and booze

We thicken the mood like molasses

And kick back in a casual fashion

To blast this bombastic concept beyond rap

Who we fuckin' on? We all check the mic

Revving on 11 in red lights, you dead right

You never met a competitor better with the rhetoric

Medicine peddling predacious

That'll have you meddling kids so in that your head'll spin

Damn not even making sense a little bit

Must be this Ritalin kicking in that I fiddle with

My shit'll stick to teflon, griddles, and rittle clicks

Beyond dark borders and everything in the middle