With styles like Iona in the 80's
And a revolution going on inside a farm town in Haiti
Psychiatrists want to shrink my balls and tell me that I'm nuts
'cause my LP's got self inflicted cuts
I seen the witch doctor in his shanty town hut
He wanted to open my head up, where as I wanted to keep it shut
He approached me with a drill
I zapped him with the proton pack and snatched his ass in a bear trap
Stuffed him into the unit, Y'all emcees are cubic
Watching too much TV not focusing on the music
Oh me? I'm laid back like a one pitch roof
If you're in my profession then you know it's the truth
'Cause I don't do Rush, I don't eat Jell-O
I rest with my head in the center of the pillow
These rude boy beats speak directly to my soul
And I hope that they got enough of them to plug up the hole
One swat from my bear claw will definitely impair y'all
Powdered emcees with the jelly in the middle
I'm louder than you even if I turn it down a little
I could take it to the lake you still could never solve the riddle
I'm on top of the world even when I'm in the south pole
And I'm ruder than you even when I chew with my mouth closed

I know when I'm stomping through the bayou
My feet they get so tired, I gotta sit on down
I can't sit down for too long now
That tune of the honky tonk
Keeps pulling me right up outta my chair

Here's a nickle worth of free advice:
Be sure to drink your rich chocolate Ovaltine
Or I'll devour every mic in your local scene
And fold it up like the last page of MAD magazine
It's a rare condition this day in age
To read any good news on a newspaper page
I call it mutually assured destruction conducting
We won't accept check or it's clover colored cousin
'Cause everything is everything and everything's illusion
I think I'm being watched, do you got a solution?
Before embarking on an introspective journey
I work for five days and spend my weekends at Bernie's
It's a Corvette summer and I'm cooling on the corner
With the streetlight shadows and the garbage can drummers
As vampires lurk through the aisles in the record store
You second guess you dreams and wonder why your neck is sore
Now Doc and Marty got you hook, line and sinker
Geodesic dome dweller and the hyperactive thinker