this nigga ate cement for breakfast, got him shittin bricks/
rhymes suckin like some parasites verbalizin ticks//
make u feel like youz in oz wit my lyrical skills/
sayin "theres no place like home" while ya clickin ya heels//
droppin sticky-icky bombs one hit will make u quit/
got u diagnosed wit cottonmouth, unable to spit//
this is it, flap jack flow, bisquick verbals i be flippin/
the outcome got you EARy, now ya too afraid to listen//
i need some toilet paper, cuz im almost done shittin/
walkin off with a victory, makin me greater than britain//
on your knees, kiss my toes and get ready for de-FEET/
wit my words i took your paddle, now you up shits creek//