[Verse 1] [[Intro- Artist Clears throat and chuckles]] Takin' a crap while I'm writin' this rap. Yeah, that's where it's at . Let em drop and go splat. You're rhymes in the toilet. Talkin' that crap. I'll flush all you turds and you ain't comin' back. Wipe with your mike. Let it drop like a bomb. I can do this all night. Like I did with your mom. (Yikes) You say you're all that but your chest is so flat. It's a fact, your nipples poke through to your back. You claim to be hard. (huh) But you're floppy and limp. I'm a one of a kind. You're a three Dee Print. I just found your track. Wanna know where it's at? In the ass crack of rap. You still want it back? You say that you slap. The fact is your whack. You're a skidmark in the boxers of rap. The grown-ups are talkin'. You need to shush. I'm done with you now. (Uh) Let me go flush. [Singing Rap] I'm runnin' circles without any legs. Say you're strapped, but bout to get pegged. Say cool shit with riddle humdingers. I do two flips with two middle fingers. Skatin' on ice that's way too thin. But I grin while you wipe my kids from your chin. Too complex and I ain't even flexed. Your mom liked my sex. Your girlfriend is next. [Hook] Stackin' these lines. Straight to the hook. Leavin' you shook. Reed like a book. Luna. Tik. Supa. Sick. You Duh. Prick. Sucka. Dick. Stackin' these lines. Straight to the hook. Leavin' you shook. Reed like a book. Luna. Tik. Supa. Sick. You Duh. Prick. Sucka. Dick. [Verse 2] This is for real. Nah, this ain't no hobby. Cut to the quick send you back to the lobby. Blocked from the chat with a rat a tat tat. Crackin' a rat and blowin' smoke from the back. I'm a sizzle fo shizzle while I'm wettin' my whistle. With the rizzle and drizzle and you lick up the jizzle. (So much cum) Yeah lick it up bitch. (What the fuck?) Hey, time for the switch. trip whip chip grip ship strip hip skip zip dip rip tip drip nip pip sip glib quip rib slip clip flip snip crib gyp jib kip fib bib blip squib nib scrip gip yip bip jip bipp chib fip lib sib snib twip gipp mib pipp thwip bibb grippe guib ipp pib plip. (Wait!) What the fuck did you just say? I don't know either. Just call me word play. [Singing Rap] I'm runnin' circles without any legs. Say you're strapped, but bout to get pegged. Say cool shit with riddle humdingers. I do two flips with two middle fingers. Skatin' on ice that's way too thin. But I grin while you wipe my kids from your chin. Too complex and I ain't even flexed. Your mom liked my sex. Your girlfriend is next. [Hook] Stackin' these lines. Straight to the hook. Leavin' you shook. Reed like a book. Luna. Tik. Supa. Sick. You Duh. Prick. Sucka. Dick. Stackin' these lines. Straight to the hook. Leavin' you shook. Reed like a book. Luna. Tik. Supa. Sick. You Duh. Prick. Sucka. Dick. [Hook] Stackin' these lines. Straight to the hook. Leavin' you shook. Reed like a book. Luna. Tik. Supa. Sick. You Duh. Prick. Sucka. Dick. Stackin' these lines. Straight to the hook. Leavin' you shook. Reed like a book. Luna. Tik. Supa. Sick. You Duh. Prick. Sucka. Dick. Luna. Tik. Supa. Sick. You Duh. Prick. Sucka. Dick.
