To the Batmobile, let's go
Yo', Manix man, I'mma take this one kinda slow, alright?
Welcome to the flipsideHope he can swim, cause if he can't, he gonna drown on a rip tideIt's pourin', plus the old man ain't snoringCause he gotta get up pretty damn early in the morningCause I'm slammin' like Basketball JonesSlippin' out chrome and messin' with the break boneYou suckers disgust me like low fatGimme' a bat and I'll show you where your head's atTryna' hit the row with the paddles you little boce?I think you better stay home and eat your broccoliCause you still got a long ways to goSo you better step off cause you picked the wrong JoeYou ain't ready to throw with the mighty manAnd don't forget about the rest of the bandSo you better get used to the shrineCause I'll be rappin' as long as I can write rhymesThese palms'll make a cup like potteryTo make you see so many stars, you'd think you studyin' astrologyYou wanted to live so tell about what you went throughYou couldn't cut the mustard if I gave you a Ginsu
Quickly, step to the side cause I'm coming throughYou think you was looking to call me W or double-you?So how could you think you outdid meWhile I'm still gettin' getaways quicker than a kidneySteppin' to a rabbit is stupid when you're a turtleDid you know you couldn't even blow a rhyme in a circleYou little kiddies are getting a bit too frolickyThrowing me rhymes more sorry than an apologyTesting the talking device  pleaseLet me give it the proper operation that it needsTo allow me to put a end to weak melodyNeed it for suckers like peanut butter and celeryFriends in the zone with the words that I kick with easeAnd you with the face that feel like a PekineseAnd My ma ha' more tooth than a sharp pair of shearsAnd given that, I could love to chop to itYou remember the day you rhymes with the foolsThen you'll know what it's like to take a nosediveBeat by the fattest skinny kid alive!
A'ight, we're gonna break it down for a second, and I'mma catch my breathAnd I'mma let Buttafingaz go off on a scratch for a minuteDude, Buttafingaz, when I give you the cueCome up with that funkyassdiculous-dope scratchGo for it
Yeah, let me show you how the big boys playThinking 'bout us bustin' out into the fat girl on a WednesdayWhile I grab the steel and put you through an ordealSo kneel before me or fear who's more realImma the best mom, I'm gonna get a platStart flowin' so much, I'll be in need of a maxipadIt went so fast, my pen'll yell at meDid so many drugs, my song will be a felonyHow'd he ever get the nerve to confront meWell shit, that's what you get for being clumsyGet more steppin' up, figure the competitionI got more jerks in my basement than you have twitchesHope you all get played out like BatmanWork like pay dirt and bust by the FatmanAnd I take no bull like a Blowin' em out so fast, I swear they make me report thisSmooth as whipped cream and rough as a callousBack to all my , and he call me Mr. MathersWith a soul intent for destructionOne more hit for the Downstairs Productions