[Verse 1]
Let me get to the point and begin
I'm stuck to the pick
Like a Siamese twin joined at the bend
Lend me an ear while I present dispensive pence
On the stencils, send sentimentals
I spit rhapsodies on these rap CDs
For MCs that don't know half of me
Max out the capacity when I flip the script
With some gymnastic mastery
I'm a white kid, the ghost with the most
Flow bragadociously from coast to coast
Yo fuck a cracker I'm a whole loaf of toast
It's like butter when I jam to the notes that I wrote
Rememo the ill flow
Steady talking shit like this mics a commode
Stone cold to the bone, I be breezing
Cool similes that leave the bon freezing
Babble on, last song
A rat that'll spit wisecracks through the cast that wanna tagalong
Face facts, you're a whack ass vagabond
You couldn't walk the same line we stagger on

[Verse 2]
Sitting on top of the world, what a view
Can't be touched when I'm Parlez-Vous
I clutch the mic with K on the ones and twos
Yo it's the Lab Rats, everyday we amazin' you
Keepin' it high, blaze the fuse
Drop razor grooves and clock rave reviews
Two motherfuckers who got nothing to lose
Hip hop, rhythm and blues Nicotineism and booze
We thicken the mood like molasses
And kick back in a casual fashion
To blast this bombastic concept beyond rap
Who we fuckin' on? We all check the mic
Revving on 11 in red lights, you dead right
You never met a competitor better with the rhetoric
Medicine peddling predacious
That'll have you meddling kids so in that your head'll spin
Damn not even making sense a little bit
Must be this Ritalin kicking in that I fiddle with
My shit'll stick to teflon, griddles, and rittle clicks
Beyond dark borders and everything in the middle