Stay p*ssy as a pantha, puffin' a hav-a-tampa
Askin rappers, "What do you call a million rabbits
Walkin' backwards?" (backround) A recedin' hairline
You shouldn't be nervous though, cuz if I blow
I'mma buy ya record contrac, neva shoot a video
But realy though, is ya nice without rent-a-cars and hype? (nope)
While me and my 12 homies, sip wine like Jesus Christ
Wit' super models bitin' on my ears like Mike Tyson on
Fight night (Sho' ya right)
The dumb and dumber, my cats pack thunder
And I got mo' (w)raps than Mumm-Ra, mean green
Like that super hero with the lantern and ring
Then watch bootleg cable on a sixty-inch screen
Champagne, greens, in 3d, while b*stards out catchin' V.D.'s
See me easily givin' fools the finger like E.T
We be rougher than callous (y'all fakkits)
Sing a love ballad, then toss each other's salad
com on ras kass got some of the best rhyme patterns ever