the only thing constant is change still out in this motherfucker seem like a nigga ain t never gonna get the fuck up outta here niggas just don t understand the story did a lot of different things in his hold the cold one like he hold a old gun like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun or a foe for ransom flows is handsome o s in tandem anthem random tantrum phantom of the grand ole opry ask the dumb hottie masked pump shotty somebody stop me hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy after rockin parties he departed in a jalopy watch the droptop papi known as the grimy limey slimy try me blimey simply smashing in a fashion that s timely madvillain dashing in a beat rhyme crime spree we rock the house like rock n roll got more soul than a sock with a hole set the stage with a goal to have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole overthrow em like throwing rover a biscuit a lot of bitches think he s overly chauvinistic let go his dick if that s the case rats what a waste there s more cats to chase dogs he got it like new powers woke up wrote and spit the shit in a few hours sheesh been unleashed since the glee club had your fam saying please make me a dub since you ask kindly where he been behind the mask who can t find me you re blind in the wine zone leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9 he s a rhinestone cowboy  goony goo goo loony cuckoo like gary gnu off new zoo revue but who knew the mask had a loose screw hell could hardly tell had to tighten it up like the drells and archie bell it speaks well of the hyper base wasn t even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace couldn t wait for the snipes to place at least a track list in bold print typeface stopped for a year we re hip hop sharecroppers used to wear flip flops now rare gear coppers he s in this for the quiche you might as well not ask him for no free shit capiche oh my aching hands from raking in grands and breaking in mic stands villainhis smile stun ya chick while he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks you heard it on the radio tape it play it in your stereo your crew ll go apeshit raw he smells em like a hunch the same intuition that tells him spike the punch curses we s truly the worsest with enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes let the beat blast she told him wear the mask he said you bet your sweet ass it s made of fine chrome alloy find him on the grind he s the rhinestone cowboy oh no no enough