Yo, I'm fantastic like the window cleaner
these rap bastads want to stick me like window adheisive
I aint gangster and I dont pretend to be it
I flow that sick shit like a kemo-pateint into a kleenex
The only thing that can match me in lentgh, flow, and integredy is my penis
So many rappers comin up today, I dont believe it
They think they can rap and free but all I see is krackers with computers
And when someone asks me to a battle its always "You first"
When people adore ya, one becomes in a state of euphoria
You enjoy the popularity but your scared to see it can end as easily as Sonny Bono and that tree
peace