Putting song together ainand't no puzzle like yahtzee
Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee
Let me introduce myself on this cut
Iand'm ad rock, iand'm lit like a motherfuck
Well, iand'm brewing up rhymes like i was using a still
Iand've got an old school flow like mike mcgill
and'cause yauchand's on the upright, the shit just ainand't funny
Got fat bass lines like russel simmons steals money
Got clientele, you know i rock well
And then youand're on my dick because iand'm d.f.l.
Yeah, mike and'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I might be a hack on the stand up but iand'm working at it
I get my hair cut correct like anthony mason
Then i ride the i.r.t. right up to penn station
Penn station up on 8th ave.
Listen all yand'all you get the ball bath
Heand's got the savior faire because heand's debonair
Mike d with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that weand're are doo doo
Been makinand' with the freak freak, so unique
Been learning from the elders now itand's time to speak
Oh that shit sounds nice
Mike d come on and get it on yand'all
Talking shit about a mile a minute
Put the wax on the table and let the d.j. spin it
Excuse me motherfuckers, can i beg your pardon
Iand'm gonna see the knicks at madison square garden
And like the knicks i got game like i worked at hasbro
On the mic i bug, like i was prince jazzbo
The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
You canand't sleep and'cause youand're little cindy loo hoo
Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour
Just listen to his cuts thereand's no reason to tell more
Cyndy what i didnand't catch the last one
That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one
Well iand'm not known for my speed raps
So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
Ah yea, i like that shit is kind of rough
Iand'll grab the microphone and fuck it up
I might seem out there, a little deranged
Iand've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
Well iand'm the ladiesand' choise like i was j.j. evans
Legalize the weed and iand'll say thank heavens
Iand'm talking p.g.a. pro tour 2
Iand'm doctor beppers in my t.v., in my golfing shoes
Pass me an iron and iand'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green because iand'm strictly hip-hop
Iand'll grab the tee, iand'll tee off
Iand'll grab the golf clubs and iand'm off, iand'm audi- so check me
Iand've got the timbos on my toes when iand'm not on the green
Iand've got the costom made boots with the spikey things
Iand'm working on my driving and'cause iand'm going pro
Iand've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
Yea, the b-boys makinand' with the freak freak
Marioand's nagging nonniand's about the pesto pizza
And then heand's on a mission and heand's checking for peacha
