Why did you buy this album?

I don't know why you did

You're stupid

Go *** yourself

The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe

A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe

Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre

Digest a group and sell the poop on eBay

Danger with the vest screamin, "Shoot the DJ!"

Doom clickin' over two chickens, three-way

Four in the five, a cork on the freeway

Villain, find a way to make 'em pay whatever we say

State your intentions

I really love your tape but I hate your inventions

Very well, what you want, a brownie?

He took off the mask and whispered, "Put me where you found me"

He kept his paper digits in a chunk

Once joined a rap, click midgets into crunk

He did a solo on the oboe

Coulda sold a million, then the villain went for dolo

And cited creative differences

Basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses

Rappers suck, when they spit, I doubt 'em

The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the *** *** outta 'em

Psst, time waits for no man

On a blind date, a lover with a slow chrome hand

Judged him by his shoes, hot smelly brogan

Budged him with the news, called him pot-bellied Conan

No prick barbarian, a strict bear-atarian

A sick pair of merry men

The beat is like a swift kick in the rear end

The stiff *** made her lose her lipstick and hairpin

He said, "Damn, act like you know me

Even with the mask on, show me what you owe me"

Tell her brush her grill and wash her face and *** a homey

Dumile got her like Inuyasha got Kagome

What we have here is a failure to communicate

If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight

About Doom, the great, a lot more confident

Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent

It was time well spent, vented, spelt and dented

Hell-bented and heaven-scented

A wire is dead, he's in it for the cash flow

I'd like to send a big up to Firehead Lazzo

Let a brother know once you lasso Hasbro

So when he come with Destro, he gets no hassle

Could hardly get a word in

And wonderin' what the damage is to retain Harvey Birdman?

Yo, uh, Danger, it's me, your old buddy, Shake

Ah, I heard you're doin' a little project and uh, y'know

I hear you talked to some other people

And I thought you were smarter than that

But obviously, I am wrong

'Cause you know my rappin' is the ***

I don't give it out for free though

So uh, I'll do it, feel free to call me at my number, which you have