The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup   (Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup   So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah   I Can Beat Mike Tyson, plus I'm Fresh-er than the Prince of Bel Air   And I Blossom, In Colour is how I'm Living see   some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my Public Ene-ma   Picture this, like a cinema; I'm winnin a contest   I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress   I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig   I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig   The gold mud in my blood, I'm a stud smokin blunts   Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I'd be Woody Wood   They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don't collects   Rockin a Rolex, preferrin sex instead of Soloflex   but I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel good   The baddest hoes be sayin, "Oooh you're real good"   Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella   Auntie's name is Stella, style as def/deaf as Helen Keller   Nail a flammer with the Hammer for comin incorrect   not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to Bruce Banner   So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me   Kid just in the nick I kick more ass than Bruce Lee's Nike's did      Just in the nick I kick on the geek stick, flick a Bic   Dick a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock I tock to the   tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso   Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole   I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position   to be dissin it's a, Rainbow Coalition   I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby   like Georgie Puddin Pie but baby baby don't, cry   Feed em I heat em and eat em if I don't need em then I leave em   as leftovers, packin the weak MC's into ?septober?   Til I was older, I couldn't hold a rhyme folder   Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder   If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk, but when I'm drunk   I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin I'm a hunk   Like a duck I'm slammin ham MC's MC's I'm servin   Makin the people jump like my man... Julius Erving!!!   Those deserving props are gonna get theirs   Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my dick hairs   I'm the biggedy biggedy Bear ya scrub Cub with a demo tape   Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate   for air you're gaspin, your best bet is to take an aspirin   I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin   Cause when you ask you make an ass of you and only you, see   Just in the nick I kick the funky shit   that's why they call me Bootsy