you wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me//
cuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted//
you betta' shop that make you pop up from lock up//
but you tell your folks to hold you're jack up//
to back up to back up//
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta your room//
watch out watch out//
call me the hit man cuz I make you wanna call time-out//
then I make your Mom cry-out, when I take your ho fine-out//
then watch me take ya and fake ya and shake ya and
break ya//
and see you on hold until you mak her//