Our raps are tighter than an emo’s pants   When we walk we sway, we don’t prance   We write da best beats and saddest words   When Joel’s fingers fell off they looked like turds      Tesitcles pretending to be cheetahs   We rock jerseys and wife beetahs      When we rap it’s finger- lickin good   We look better than you wish you could   Our kicks match our shirts and our hats   Don’t mess with us we always carry gats      Tesitcles pretending to be cheetahs   We rock jerseys and wife beetahs      We ain’t from the hood, we from B. Stang   All dem other rappers are very lame   We’ll take over the game Michael Jordan   Our rhymes kill you all like Lizzie Borden