Yall know I'm on home plate, I'm the lead batter,
Swingin with garden tools, like a weed wacker,
But see the worst thing, was I was never first string,
I would lipsync over N'Sync, and use to curse an' sing,
Fuck on camera, before I ever try and burst on the seen,
I used to have blonde hair, like butters off South Park,
People used to learn new cuss words, when my mouth barked,
My rhyming schemes, are like shining wings, and diamond rings,
I put those rings on middle fingers, talkin to deafs, signing thing,
Ima make Kate Hudson, take late husbands,
And there had better be wedding cake, at least eight dozen,
I said to her seems like you can handle a dick in the dark,
You stuck a finger in Joe Montanas ass at candle stick park,
So I ask her, Tera Patrick, tell me, where's the magic,
You got two big balloons, no wonder your hairs static,
Yall know, I'll never stand like Jay, in a B-Boy stance,
I'm too fuckin busy, tryin to teach uncle LeRoy to dance,