whip down the strip like a A.J. Foyt Makin hip-hop that's been my job I know a kid that rocks and his name is Bob It's a long race and I'm winnin son
Joe Bob was rough as a cob And prone to blow his stack Kenny Dean was in a suicide scene Sneaking behind Joe's back Sneaking around with Joe's girl,
Janet teaches grade school and prob'ly always will Bob works for the city and Jack's in lab research And Peggy plays organ at the Presbyterian Church And
words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we
And maybe the maids'll come dancing Down at St.Anthony's, oh Oh, well we told ol' Joe half eight for sure He turned around and told one more And four
dressed up And went and took all the bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed
Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin' And
by my side His brother Marc and his cousin Bob They were both chased by huge mobs While Joe, he could only sing about the things Crazy women didn't bring Hey Joe
bang this [RZA] It's the big double dancer, extravaganza Zodiac: Cancer, who's the boss? Tone dancer? No Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty Shots to your mouth, buck, and
they hung my momma from a telephone pole Cause she baked my pa into a casserole Born to be the king of rock and roll 125,000 years old Superman can go and
and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob
leather on a Harley In Jamaica like Bob Marley In some other circumstance Would you give me just one chance? Marlyn without a Joe D'maggio Oh where'd that horse and
new Sean John Lost in my lusty ways You see my face in a magazine and can't turn the page. EQUIPTO You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to
impossible like Broadway Joe So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and
party was slamming The Thunder Cats and Pokemon they was break dancing Transformers hopped in and started pop locking G.I.Joe and Johnny Bravo chilling and just watching I stayed on the mic and
Barnyard stoats raid the pen if you don't shoot 'em They'll do it again fuck the chickens I don't like milk fuck the chickens I don't like milk farmer Joe
lost and afraid And it grows dark, it grows damp and I shiver and I'm cold And deep inside the forest something obscenely old Stirs and shakes and comes awake and
on my knees and I pray God won't let me see another day Then I wake up and thank God that He's ignored my prayers again Systems of belief well they come and