Verse 1:
I'm simply sicker than simpletons stealing my songs
Leave floors littered with losers obliterated by alliteration

Kill em with kindness cut out of the colorful canvas my cadence has drawn
Bullying beats by being braggadocious but buddy my brain backs my brawn
Bro, I'm too (adjective) with the mad libs

And (verb) you nerds made by Wonka, cuz my flow is bonkers
And this (noun) clowns you suckas when he gets down
So if you feel (fill) me like Blank, man (blankman) I'm a crazy eating emcee

So why show up at Wayans? This heavyweight is breaking
Welters' faces like farmers; haymaking on a daily basis
KO! Spreading whippings like mayo

It's a miracle surviving 'specially when doctors say so (sew)
Up the body from the surgical procedures
"This man just got creamed. Maybe we should call him Peaches!"

Nah, that's insulting the fruit cuz this dude
Says his flow is sweet but he doesn't practice what he preaches


Chorus:
Bet Chew Gnome Sane
Yea them others didn't get it but Chew Gnome Sane

Go ahead and take your time til Chew Gnome Sane
Yup Chew Gnome Sane...uhh Chew Gnome Sane?
Thought I might have to explain it but Chew Gnome Sane

Took a second but I'm sure that Chew Gnome Sane
I'm the illest, tightest, best, well...Chew Gnome Sane
Right, Chew Gnome Sane? Yea Chew Gnome Sane


Verse 2:
It's pretty clear I'm to fear by the sheer

Power of my charisma. Now the industry's jig's up
Underground runs the sound's future
Cuz your music doesn't bang...neutered

But I'm a whole other beast of a problem
Been dragging (dragon) so long that I have to fire it up to let you know Abstract King is still sovereign
Tryna rule worldwide so ancestors won't turn in coffins

But it's hard when these girls wanna feel me up without the turn and coughing
That was tongue in cheek...her frenches (French's)
Musta heard (Mustard) the rumors that she wanted more than just friendship

Cuz she wanted me to go get Five Guys
So when it comes to condi-ments, that's the sauce she dips her side of fries
Indubitably I'm dubious. True emcee in tune with his

Dry sense of humor and license to tumor
That's ill! So you know that I'm Beastie Boy
And will have the crowd make some freaking noise

(Ahhhh...I)

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Verse 3:
No spinach to finish this pillaging

Just kidding! You grimace; I guillotine
That's how I get a head...of cabbage
I drop cuts for green cuz what am I? A savage?

I only murder verses with fervor with nerdy verbiage
But I'm willing to be the driver if one of you haters wanna play chicken and have the courage
But if you're nervous, don't let that concern you

In turn you'll be beneath me and eat my dust like worms do
Guess I come off bipolar...Too (Two) Cold
Hearted of an artist. I'm just tryna be truthful

Cuz I leave the booth full of deadbeats. Oh...and instrumentals
The fact it's all the same to me's purely coincidental
So go a fix your dental after your faceplants

Into my knuckles while all spectators in the place chants
"Go Fiya! He's down for the count!"
Wait! ah...ah...ah...ah...down and out! Pacman!!!


Chorus