So, just sit back and max and relax off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up
'Cause I get funky like diaper rash and you know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash
I've got sex rhymes like Victoria's got Secrets; to all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About Screwing Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing
Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave, like virgin pow on the peaks of A.K.
Like a sound that to the depths of the soul, well that's the feeling that I make my goal.
A little wine with my dinner so I'm the Grape Ape, I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape
Because I get ill when I'm on the pause button and I get my fill and you can't say nothing
More soul on this train than Don Cornelious, got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function, wires hitting switches connecting at the junction
Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret, Dante found his shit and you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on down in S.D. 50 'till early morning.
Hope you get his autograph, dad.





