[Verse 1]

Call me Mr. Catfish

Call me Mr. Kimchi

I'm the boy from the block

Blasian Messenger's a G

Flossing everywhere I go

You can see I got that Reach

King Johnson of the Johnson's

Loving women to deep sleep

I'm the talk of the town

Ladies cosmo, men's GQ

Front page of Time magazine

Titled Lyrical Guru

Instead of watered down rhymes

I like to call Campbells soup

I spin knowledge round your brain

Like I was a hula hoop

[Verse 2]

This flow style be so stupid, call it lyrical retardo

But I get ice from it, like the winter life in Fargo

People talk so cheap, shopping rhymes at the Walmarto

I just peanut butter on her jelly, Mr. P-P-Paul Blarto

Pimping out this music, cause she a Scarlet Letter

Gotta serve her upper classmen, olive oil and some feta

All these women wrapped around my pole

Like a string and tether

Rappers bitch about they album sales

I say they all wine cellars

[Verse 3]

Ya'll so blind and deaf to game

I call ya'll Helen Keller

Do I really got to dot it out

To show my music's better

My punchlines are stealth

Martial Arts of rap hope

I corner these dumb raps

And beat it up like rope a dope

Got more know, got more flow

Got more style, got more snap

Put it all together

Watch me conquer every map

Go back to the drawing boards

All you childish Crayola's

I'm the boy from the block

Like the song already told ya