Fucking... fucking... fucking... fucking THE SEA AND CAKE!
I'm on a mission that niggaz say is impossible,
But when I swing my swords they all choppable.
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper,
Child educator, plus head amputator.
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers.
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.
I'll see those of you who aren't out of your minds with stupidity, or geographically challenged, in July. The day before my birthday, as it happens. And I'm not wearing a shirt.