You can't stop it if I stop you I can

Here comes Jess, the garbage man

Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and then I'll place ya

Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom

And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches

Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches

Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed

We used to call pants britches!



Ha yeah oh no! Yes yo no Mr. Homo

All right let's settle down it's time for class and Mr. Robins Brown

Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! It's about time you busted a nut!

'Bout time you let go, bout time

You found out retarded people are slow

But there's more to recite cause they can't hide their true feelings

True stealing I'm jumpin' all for you

Can you feel my card hand dealing? I'm dealin lucky numbers

And if you're the next one you might stumble down that

Flight of stairs, but I don't care there ain't no help for you

There ain't no repair you might end up make you bleed

You ain't movin, Christopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no!



Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same, I'm still the same I ever been

I'm still the betta best best that there ever been

And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat

I tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can't

He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass

Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme

To make sure he was...(fade out)