What a fool, still you never met a cooler bum
Smoke the mirrors, caught her in the mix
A stranger who speaks to you vocal
Brush your teeth, rinse and gargle
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Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement
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I'll make mince meat out of that mouse
Sleek enough to out sly a fox
A true nerd who messed with new words since Boggle
On the list of lobbyists who save the oceans
Do a Faustian bargain and tape the girl naked
Offer DAT tape of rap, country or deep house and
And used slang in scrabble
Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot
Welcome to the show
Flossy pen jargon to break the world record
Up under the tux he wore a hazmat suit
Rap for show, to let the whippersnappers know
Bugs Bunny money or Sylvester Cat caper
I'll make mince meat out of that mouse
Tap ya toe, grime and strapped for dough
Gave his donation to the lady with the lotions
Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook
Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus
No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took
Kept your soul and repped it, every time he saw ya
Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone
Sounded like froggy, sip the groggiest of potions
The bounty on this pro was mills and, 'Double dollars'
Spittin' like a bionic sneeze that freeze vodka
Did it on the sly
For a chicken pot pie, thinkin' outside the box
Publisher: NETTWERK ONE MUSIC LIMITED
Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls
Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb
Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars
Songwriters: Brian Joseph Burton, Daniel Dumile Thompson
Out for Daffy Duck bucks, Porky Pig paper
Enough to taste her goody
Tryin' to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house
Couldn't read the shorthand for mortars and bricks
If any negative thought linger, he let it vent
But got no time to be wastin' chasin' putty
Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars
Before he's gone bye bye, spit it on the fly
Swoll hand itchin' the old man bitchin'
Be up in the party with the foggiest of notions
Just to clear the air like the Ionic Breeze Quadra
Shepherd, leading the sheeps out to slaughter
Sucks to be them, now pass that loot
Danger made the beat get a freak to do the boggle
More spots than a leopard
Switchin' with the fan with the gold band twitchin'
I'll make mince meat out of that mouse
Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows
Then he had to stop, the block was hot peppered
Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow
The villain ain't rhymin' off cred alone
And need a brother with soul to let her cat out
Rhymed with a Northern drawl, twang and babble
She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse
Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot
Even had a secretary to take the calls