Pass go, it's the Dirty South Masshole
Game like Hasbro, get up off my $$# 'fore the gas go
Now I watch the cash grow, nikka spit that fast flow

Now I see the world like da Gama with the Vasco
Breakin' in the glass, yo, see the ash? NO!
Now the shorties wanna shine me like a can of Brasso

Any rapper want a piece of me? NOPE, that's 'cuz dem skurrd
Jesse Jackson gettin' mad 'cuz I use the "N" word
Daaa well, what the f*ck ta do, cest la guerre

Now I think I'll piss 'em all off, yo you dare me?
Never gave a damn about $h*t, probably never will
Sorry $$# rappers got me tickled like a feather, still

I don't rhyme just to rhyme, son I rhyme to rip $h*t
When I spit $h*t, silly rappers have a $h*t fit
Mad 'cuz I'm all that....Homie what you call that?

When I do work on the microphone, nackiz are quick to fall back!




Rappers gettin' mad 'cuz I'm hotter than a solar flare
Plus when I be rhymin' yo I'm vicious like a polar bear

All the girls be on me like dung beetles on dookie
Dragon simply rips the microphone from here to Guadalupe
Yeah, I see your girlfriend stalking like a snow leopard

Staring at the Dragon, better check it, 'cuz ya KNOW I'll wreck it
I'mma beat the brakes off, from the face off
Now it's half past 3 (ooh) when the flight takes off

Style so dirty gotta throw it in the hamper,
See me on I-4 going out to Tampa
Clearwater Beach, up in Rockaway Grill (wooo)

Caladesi Island, take the boat and stay chill (Uh)
Then I pop the top, see me cruisin' down the avenue
Better watch your lady, ain't no tellin' what the Dragon do

Get her on the trombone like Tommy Dorsey
Stay the course, see, flossy, hit them nikkiz, son


Dragon 'bout ta tear it up, like a swarm of locusts
It ain't no hocus pocus, 'cuz ya know a nikka gotta stay focused
When I wrote this, then I knew I had to rock it like Krokus

Ya feel me? Now I gotta drop it like it's hot and keep it real, eh?
Girls think I'm sexy like a thong on a snug booty
See me on the street they're throwing passes like they're Doug Flutie

Poppin like a cork, plus I'm flippin like a pancake
Rappers talkin' $h*t, but yet they're fishy like a clam bake
Land sakes, I'mma hit the AKL and dine in Jiko

Then it's off to Pleasure Island scoopin' girls from Puerto Rico
Now they wanna take a photo, hit and drive to Fort DeSoto
Laying in the sun, while I'm gettin blacker than Yaphet Kotto

Came outta nowhere now I'm rippin' like a paper shredder
Better, 'cuz I'm makin' shorties yell like Major Hochstetter
Knockin' on my front door, "Mr. Hill, please?"

Yeah, well he's down in his cheese vault, counting out his cheese!