I’m back now, ya thought I was gone/
I was slaughterin’ swans, tryna talk to the Fonz/
Reading Solomon’s Songs in the autumn at dawn/
‘N’ martyrin’ all those with a powerful cause/
I hope your ottoman’s strong cuz your heads goin’ through it/
In a bed soaked with fluid I lay low with nudists/
Join the BNP like “hey yo I’m Jewish"/
And they know I should just say no to Buddhists/
Play notes of music, J-Lo is boobless/
Follow Syze and Duke until they blow like Muslims/
Meanwhile at the Legion of Doom/
They were leavin’ the room cuz from evenin’ to noon/
I was breathin’ in fumes, sittin’ readin’ the rules/
Spittin’ demons at fools, stickin’ semen to boobs/
You should believe in the truth, how could you even assume/
I like cunnilingus? I’m a cunning linguist/
This ain’t a funny language, it’s just stunning English/
I never done a thing bitch and you can’t prove shit/
I whip tattooed chicks with bamboo sticks/
Get a brand new bitch with sand dune tits/
Gettin’ passionate watchin’ National Lampoon skits/
Now I plan to spit brand new shit/
And release ‘em every weekend like Man U kits/
Damn who’s next to get their ass ripped up?/
Think glass is tough? I smash plastic cups/
My fantastic buzz is reachin’ its apex/
Spend each of my pay cheques on features and guest raps/
Lay teachers on desktops, they queef and their flesh pops/
And cartwheel til the heart beat in my chest stops/
I’m a man of my word/
To be found with cows tryna panic the herd/
I’m a tonic for sure/
With a dick big enough to make a mannequin squirt/
Do ya wanna get hurt? I’ll make him bleed redder/
Take him through a meat shredder 'til he’s deader than Heath Ledger/
The key player in Hip-Hop/
Stick cops in choke hold hip-locks in their local chip shops/
This is total Brit Pop, made an album and it sucked/
Shucks, I’ll just mush Damon Albarn to a pulp/