Silver Surfer on the cerebellum  MC's rhyme at the zoo and when they're wack parrots tell em  I cut records in morse code  I'm mentally retarted but I choose my own wardrobe  Raw rap suburbanite  I'm fuckin with religion like I didn't wear the turban right  I jerk off in my cereal  You couldn't even fuck with the grand imperial  I drop suckers like Plinco  You MC's are wack, even if you don't think so  I step to it then bust a verse  I can't battle you cause I gots to get dusted first  I ain't talkin 'bout drugs neither  I'm fuckin gangsta bitches cause I caugth thug fever  Punching girls and grabbin guns  I'm just doin my thing yo, I'm just havin fun  This ain't the Treacherous 3, herb  I saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverb  I stay in bed, fuck school  My folks are payin 20 g's but yo, this shit is cool  I talk shit and I rock well  I gots to do the laundry cause my muthafuckin socks smell  Yo, that shit ain't no joke, dude  I take off my shoes and muthafuckas start to choke food  The fliest on a 12-inch  So is your girl, and she doesn't make records  There's a midget in my neighborhood  And a one armed man and they're both my fans  They're both Vietnam vets  They like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threats  I farted in the fishbowl  And then I played pinball with Zevlove X  And Percee P  And Stezo  Yo, this is a hit record, man  It's gon' be number one  It's number one