You're dancing moves are formidable, but you'll be banned from my disco//
I'll dance ballet, and pirouette, while dousing my loins in crisco//
So buckle yourself in and witness a bastion of philosophical wit//
I'm referring to my mind power, I can move pyramids with this shit//
My victory won't be pyrrhic, for my art of war sprouts like spores//
Inhale a few, my funk in your lungs, but you still need nasal strips not to snore//
As I hypnotize you through force of beat and tempo, you feel weary//
You thoughts dreary, your vision bleary, you fall asleep on your pillows//
I'll take the opportunity to teabag your face for 10 points and kudos//
When I snap my fingers, 1, 2, 3, and you're aroused to wake//
To find your wallet is missing and your ass is more raw than you prefer your steak//
Go and call the cops, we know you need The Man to come your aid//
But my lawyer is jewish, so grab your purse and flee this foolish crusade.