Verse 1:
Too many packrat, backpacking, rappers these days
If one came up to my face, I’d Katt Williams
Backhand his, b*tchmade smile laced with mace
So he could feel for once how to
See things for real with blepharoptosis
Btw, get that Redbullsh*t out of my way, Icarus
And learn to fly with your wings, so foo quit fighting
Or else I’ll have my double vision, clip em’ like di*k Cheney
You fruitcakes be informed, life is merry when you’re not married
In fact, it’s more than merrier in a Merry-go round
So please stop, trying to be captain save a ho-n*ggas
Going through loops, it makes us wanna
Throw up, other times, jump down
As for you sugarcoated M&MC’s, please take booknotes
On how to cough up and drop, actual material now
When I put on my overcoat, sit the f*ck down child
Da Professor’s in town, so let me
Show y’all around, how to read and write
I'm Jeff Foxyworthy’s substitute
Don’t raise your hands, 5th graders
“STFU and study!” when I lecture any of you, motherf*ckers
On my West Coast sh*t, MC Murky