#1 Hit Record

Silver Surfer on the cerebellum
 MC's rhyme at the zoo and when they're wack parrots tell em
 I cut records in morse code
 I'm mentally retarted but I choose my own wardrobe
 Raw rap suburbanite
 I'm fuckin with religion like I didn't wear the turban right
 I jerk off in my cereal
 You couldn't even fuck with the grand imperial
 I drop suckers like Plinco
 You MC's are wack, even if you don't think so
 I step to it then bust a verse
 I can't battle you cause I gots to get dusted first
 I ain't talkin 'bout drugs neither
 I'm fuckin gangsta bitches cause I caugth thug fever
 Punching girls and grabbin guns
 I'm just doin my thing yo, I'm just havin fun
 This ain't the Treacherous 3, herb
 I saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverb
 I stay in bed, fuck school
 My folks are payin 20 g's but yo, this shit is cool
 I talk shit and I rock well
 I gots to do the laundry cause my muthafuckin socks smell
 Yo, that shit ain't no joke, dude
 I take off my shoes and muthafuckas start to choke food
 The fliest on a 12-inch
 So is your girl, and she doesn't make records
 There's a midget in my neighborhood
 And a one armed man and they're both my fans
 They're both Vietnam vets
 They like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threats
 I farted in the fishbowl
 And then I played pinball with Zevlove X
 And Percee P
 And Stezo
 Yo, this is a hit record, man
 It's gon' be number one
 It's number one