Some lyrics might not be right but I think 99% of them are, enjoy
a yo
lyrical miracle spiritual individual
criminal subliminal in your swimin pool
yo yo
you're about to see peace destroyed
it'll never be restored
when I unleash these beastly coards
in your CD stores
wanna stop these you gonna need a priest
at least three swords
a licence to ill from the beasty boys
three ouiga boards a squeegee
and please be warned don't ask what the squeegee's for
or the holy water, acid raps it'll eat these floors
eat a hole in the rhyme book, you see these horns
and as for me you ask when I'm gone will he be mourned
is puke luke warm
should Casey Anthony do porn
can that chick fit a new born
dead baby inside a frickin' shoe box with a shoe horn
smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on
can she duct tape and velcro a fetus
Joelle yo, tell joe i need his empty box from his old shell toe Adidas
so i can put these baby's in the fetal position
gettin elbows to the penis
yeah big deal
i took this little kids big wheel
and spit in his frickin' big kids meal
quit tryin to bite me and pinch you winch sit still
you just put your six inch heel through my benz windshield
it's dust you bout to kick up
can yella wolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
between his stick shift in his frickin' pick up
and drick like a hick redneck hillbilly will til' he gets hick ups
flipin the script up like mike vic gettin bit in his junk by a pit yup
i'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician, cuz i'd fuck a trick up
fix your lips up and say something fly or zip up
AB, let's C, you said you were gonna do XYZ
til you fuck around and get dropped like an E
when you add an ING
don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC
cuz I'm the king of this microphone booth
it's more like a phone booth
superman in this bitch, kryptonite won't do
it gives me more power
I bump the fat boys and, eat rat poison
take meteor showers
fresh out of the mental hospital
and me not tossin a middle finger
while I hope on a mosh pit
would be like Nas doing gospel or R&B
you crazy, me pushin up daisies
that thought is impossible
as if flashin across the news, watch the news
was cauught with a prostitute with a huge johnson
boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube and a bra, some boots
some panties in an aqua blue mazda swallowin a Popsicle
playin tonsil pool
so kill the rumors it ain't happenin
I'm gonna rap til I'm fossil fuel