Verse One:

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better

And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talkin that %#@!

Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent

Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry

So go get your $#&@in' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I

It's that same mother$#&@a that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison


Chorus: (repeat 2X)
Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp %#@!
Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer



Verse Two:


Now, my oral illustration be like !@$%oral stimulation
to the female gender, ain't nothin better

Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that ^!$$% syndrome

Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a $#&@ about what others say and get gone

The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie

Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now everybody say...