So, so, so just sit back and max and relax.   Off the tracks that I kick come on and give it up cause   I get funky like diaper rash and   You know I'm mad spunky and I'm makin' cash   I've got sex rhymes like Victoria's got secrets   To all you porn peepers who are trying to peep this   I'm like Al Goldstein I'm all about screwin'   Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing   Like gettin' shot out the barrel of a wave   Like a virgin POW on the peaks of A.K.   Like a sound that goes the depths of the soul   That's the feelin' that I make my goal.      A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my grape Ape   I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape   Cause, I get ill when I'm on the pause button   And I get my fill and you can't say nothin'   More soul on this train than Don Cornelious   I got the mad subwoofer pumpin' bass for your anus   Just gettin' on the mic at the monthly function   Wires hittin' switches connectin' at the junction   Pearlman's got beats and it ain't no secret   Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it   And so the story goes on and on   Down in S.D. 50 till early mornin'