I like it    I don't like it

Moon me!




So, just sit back and max and relax

Off tracks that i kick, come on and give it up

'causei get funky like diaper rash

And you know i'm mad spunky and i'm making cash

I've got sex rhymes like victoria's got secrets

To all you porne peepers who are trying to peep this

I'm like al goldstein, i'm all about screwing

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man pat ewing

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave

Like virgin pow on the peaks of a.k.

Like a sound that to the depths of the soul

Well that's the feeling that i make my goal




A little wine with my dinner so i'm in the grape ape

I feel like a winner when i make a mix tape

Because i get ill when i'm on the pause button

And i get my fill and you can't say nothing

More soul on this train then don cornelious

Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus

Just getting on the mic at the monthly function

Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction

Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret

Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it

And so the story goes on and on

Down in s.d. 50 'till early morning