Got a foot in the door...Tim on the foot//
I don't gotta threatin ya'll i'll just give you a look//
Skin covers my chest, vest covers my skin//
And no towel can clean up the mess that your in//
Got my hand on ya throat, glove on my hand//
And a butter knife wit "toast" to get me out of a "jam"//
I'm so "street" i can't hop on the curb//
Peel ya skin back and crip walk on ya nerves//
I got your yes men ample-to-nod//
I'm a business man...get at me...i'll hand you my card//
And thats the same hand that'll smack you twice//
And 1 more for good measure, you ain't actin right//
I got crews on their key boards typin away//
But thats gettin old, you could type till ya grey//
Sonny i catch bodys, I'm droppin coffins//
At the funeral parlor bargin shoppin//
...........2 for 1? yessir....i'm talkin-options......