[Verse: Viktor Vaughn]

A modern day marvel, but terrible—better, horrible

When he grab the mic from son, he crushed up all his metacarpals

He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident

After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went

Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill

They on the opposition to his ass-wack tax bill

But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant

And it's super like 1-A, have a fun stay

One day, he plan to put in a runway

With enough land for his own projects and gun play

Section eight penthouse, maid look likе Faye Dunaway

A lot of y'all ass out like gay runaway

It's, how they say? Sеmi-risqué

All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way

Have the average MC say, "Give me a sick day"

They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh (Oh)

Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch

In school, he kept a durag in a bag lunch

Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit

He writ this skit in Sanskrit

If the pants fit, sport 'em, but rock 'em low

Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it, though

It's like the same hustle, bro, two knuckles glow

Tucked in Le Tigre just to let the name buckle show

Good googly moogly, see that loogie?

Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley

You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie

Just to cut her loosie like, swoosh, Mitsurugi

Gooey gum drops

Who he got his style from? His pops

You gotta give the bum some props

Ask your sister, her beat box is more thicker

DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor

Villain for hire, admire the sound

Make sure the price is right before he come on down

(Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh)

Rappers be on some, "You, you, you"

Forgot who they talking to, too much pork stew

They need to not come out with nothing new

Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?"

[Outro: Erick McClinton]

"To prepare you for that moment

When it will be your turn to shine

Try believing in yourself

You can change your state of mind"