Fee Fi Fo Fum, I Smell The Blood Of A Rapper That's Wack



As A Matter Of Fact, I Smack A Back Of The Style, Jackets Are Now



Mellow Minced, Defeatin The Mental



And Become Gentle As Ben, But Then They Stibble And Dribble



And Bend Like A Pencil



The Only Utensil I Got, Is Brain Power



And You Know It's Essential I Rock, I Rain Showers



Sleet Snow And Raise Hella Eyebrows With My Styles



You're Wondering How Wild



When What Where, Made Ladies So Horny



They Can't Even Be Showin They Butt Bare



Look Up There, Beside The Birds The Planets The Hawk



The Rappers Who Talk The Mo' Shit



I'm Makin Em Walk The Plank They Stank I'm Takin They Rank



They Tossed Tiddlewinks I'm Playin Em Like That Game



I'm Gunnin And Rackin And Packin Em Up



And I'm Runnin This Here Rap Thang



Main, You Wanna Go To War, I'll Take You



I Physically Break You, When I Break Through



I'm Makin You Fake Crew, You Made A Mistake Fool



I Hate You MC's, I'll Grate You Like Cheese



I May Choose To Squeeze, My Pencil



And Write Out A Couple Of Rhymes



Whooooaaaa, Whooa My Goodness!!!



Are We Slaughterin, Is This Just Slaughter MC Night?



Or Somethin Man, What Is This?



Is This All The Aggression You Ever Had?



How Many MC's Must Get Ripped, Before By Says Don't Flip With The Gift



You Know? That's What I'm Talkin Bout



How Many MC's Must Get Dismissed



Before Somebody Says, Don't Trip With The Gift



*laughter*



You Know, It's All Good



KP And SloganMasters In The House, The Cheezit Terrorist



And We Chillin At 90.3 We Got Thirteen Minutes Left



And Then We Got Brenda Short, And Her Records