The rhyme i pick up trick up and like hiccup
(hiccup!) this is a good place for a stickup
So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
I can beat mike tyson plus iand'm fresh er than the prince of bel air
And i blossom in colour is how iand'm living see
Some pretend to be afraid of me but theyand're my public ene ma
Picture this like a cinema; iand'm winnin a contest
I knew you was a loser when you bought your girland's prom dress
Iand'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothersand'll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, iand'm a stud smokin blunts
Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, iand'd be woody wood
Theyand're after pestly hoes and thatand's the hoes i sex and donand't collects
Rockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flex
But i pump skill, to build what i can build and still feel good
The baddest hoes be sayin, andquot;oooh youand're real goodandquot;
Fella a city dweller, itand's poison salmonella
Auntieand's name is stella, style as def/deaf as helen keller
Nail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrect
Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce banner
So donand't get me angry, or maybe you wonand't like me
Kid just in the nick i kick more ass than bruce leeand's nikeand's did
Just in the nick i kick on the geek stick, flick a bic
Dick a chick, slick-er than rick around the clock i tock to the
Tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my micand's my lasso
Shit, i got rhymes comin out my asshole
Iand'm in a pole position sole position youand're in no position
To be dissin itand's a, rainbow coalition
Iand'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, hereand's your lullaby
Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby donand't, cry
Feed em i heat em and eat em if i donand't need em then i leave em
As leftovers, packin the weak mcand's into ?septober?
Til i was older, i couldnand't hold a rhyme folder
Now i dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If iand'm sober i wonand't hold a skunk, but when iand'm drunk
I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin iand'm a hunk
Like a duck iand'm slammin ham mcand's mcand's iand'm servin
Makin the people jump like my man... julius erving!!!
Those deserving props are gonna get theirs
Grip, thereand's something on your lip, oh thatand's my dick hairs
Iand'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape
Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
For air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin
I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin
Cause when you ash iand'll make an ass of you and only you see
Just in the nick i kick the funky shit
Thatand's why they call me bootsy
