Yeah, hah
When it all come down to it we ain`t have s**t
(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it`s like this, check it

I make ni**az eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies `R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin` but the crust
So you can feel what it`s like, with instinct but no guts
A sac with no nuts or a mack with no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still can`t be touched

They call me Seymour Butts, `cause I get more ass than most
They say I`m next and got that butter love, and get too close
Follow the leader `cause I`m meaner than medula oblongotas
My tribe`s on more quests than Midnight Marauders
It`s all piña coladas, no cops and robbers
Takin` trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas

I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
If you say I`m not nice, then your a motherf**kin` liar
Entitled to your opinions, into the next millennium
So many Major Coins that I thought I had a million
4-Ize, 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize

Yo, yo, I am goin` to blow up the earth
With my "Pew-36 explosive space modulator"
Buddha be praised, you meditator
Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicator

The seperater of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egyptian description of my psychical

My flesh is weak and it`s pitiful
Spiritual is hooked up to the invisible
Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti-Christ Superstar
Rockin` the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw

While I`m hittin` trees harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo
I kill villains in slowmo for talkin` crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin` to lose, like I`m a boxcar Hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
Ni**az wanna clown, I`m homey and Bozo
`Cause in the grand prize game my life callin` like Jo-Jo

The name sticks like Toto
I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice Girl goin` solo
You lost like Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a motherf**kin` homo
Como estas? Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid`s blocks of Legos

Lego my Eggo `cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, elevated, I uplifted
The elevator, the escalator
"That`s not a knife? That`s a knife!"
Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler
`Cause I hustle ya, under the China
Big Trouble, little sewer but still I find ya `cause I`m stinky
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is blinky