It's been a while that I've been living between the lines   But I've been a child given a job to speak my mind   Been an overachiever since day number one   Brought a chainsaw to my own circumcision      And no rest for the weary   I'll sleep when I'm six feet deep under the ground dead and buried   Beyond that until that moment I'll keep on bombin   For all them swimmin against the stream like salmon spawnin      I J guy stay fly and rock the hizzouse   Explode like colon blow when I spit my shit out   I been there I've been back I've been through it   So I make music like it's my last day to do it      Chorus   You can't believe what we got   When we come to town and we set up shop   You can't compete with our stock   Pay attention it's the deal of the century      Come as you are to our shop   Holes in your pockets, holes in your socks   We got enough for you and your flock   Pay attention it's the deal of the century      We be mop tops, not hot shots that got lots   Mock yachts, hit hot heads that cock glocks   In soft spots, we beat the shot clocks that shock jocks   We show up, set up get up and rock spots      So here's the deal on our efforts   We're getting pennies on the dollar for our pounds of flesh   I'll bet you'll never see me rocking them diamonds and jewels   Cause our rent checks are best spent on bedspreads on vestibules      We know you know that we'll rock you like pebbles   And go for mass appeal cause mom says I'm Special   Yes we'll hit your whole house from grandma to grandson    All pro, all pack, all that and then some      CHORUS      Motherfucker it's official   Now I take issue with your position where you assumed I'd take the pos