T'uela Me La Pela

Now on the runway in la

The girls be catching vapors and its strictly hey hey

And I say hey hey and they say who you

And I say that I'm the man they callin mrs. Doodoo

And they say why's that and I say well cause

Cause all the good good loving mrs. Doodoo does

And they say bullshit and I say check my creds

And when you're done checking I'll be all tucked into beds

With your girlfriend so what you think about that

And they say damnit Mrs. Doodoo how come you so whack

I say it's easy for a man like me

To give a girl a little extra TLC

And they say ah ha and I say oomh mhoo

And they say later Mrs. doodoo and I say later to you too

And while I'm saying that you can check with this

And here's a little something for you that you don't wanna miss

You say whatever like you're so clever

Well honey that and a dollar'll get you nowhere never

Damn that's heavy check my chevy

I'm strictly big boot banging baby down on the levy

I'm like mambo when I jamma

I'm like the hulk strictly radiating heavy duty gamma

Radiation cross the nation

Oh I can see you can't relate you're strictly into masturbation

Work part time at the Guggenheim

I write the whack pack rhymes then its miller time

Chilly chillin like Mathew Dillon

Swillin ampicillin and killin all the villians in my urine

I'm from Port Huron I've got my cure on

Hanging out in Charlottesville with Mr. Clive Van Buron

Eaten Actifed to get up in my acid head

You probably suck so much cock cause you were bottle fed

Yeah its a pity and kind of shitty

Being the head of the itty bitty titty committee

Yo I'm nondescript slightly pussy whipped

Undertipped I'm not but well equipped I am so

Baby the tips the good stuff no this ain't no kid's bluff

You got to eat your wheaties up so you can hang and hang tough

Kid just pull your pants up yeah you little cricket

Check the weiz we call the snizz and watch him get wicked

This ain't no small cock jam rock like woodstock

No babe its the booty shakin dancefloor breaking bomb rock

Yeah you little cow chip you just might need a pink slip

Give your self a fat lip eating all that bean dip

We get the booty shaking hearts we be breaking

Taking it to the limit gimmie that hash brownie your baking

We got that groovy movie do it to me Suzie beat

Busting out the club like it was fucking easy street

You know its easy for the kid and its easy for my crew

To make up a jam so funky it'd make the wutang drool

Not that we're better than the rest its just that we're badder

Than the best we are the Scabs the fucking finger rocking freeform freak fest yes