#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