To all the stupid people and the rest
You are about to witness something youve never witnessed before this
But ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two members of Little Jimmy
In the place to be were gonna show you how to do it for the year 2005
Kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their world
Because we need to continue to rock stop his modem cold to minimize the scene
Cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it
This is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no good moment
And yall know us thats when we run into something like this
La-di-da-di da-di-da-di we likes to party-party
We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody
We are just just some men up on the mic
When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT
Fuck all-a-yall whos going to Hell
Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself
Cause its cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin
Thats what we create, because that be our mission
So listen close to what we say
Because this type of shit it happens every day 
This type of shit it happens EVERY DAY 
THIS TYPE OF SHIT IT HAPPENS EVERY DAY
I woke up AROUND two in the MORNIN
Did a lot of COKE, strechin, YAWNIN
Went into the BATHROOM to wash UP
Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch
Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all?
There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said...
You are you conceited bastard!
Well thats true, thats why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Change my clothes, spark my hair
I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear
And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
The Johnsons baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million dollas
I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla
Stepped out the crib, stopped short, oh no
Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn
SHIT I FORGOT MY FUCKING KANGOL
Den me dilly dally, we run into an alley
Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley
God damn bitch played hard to get
So I said, Whats up girl, you look like shit
Dont cry, dry your eye
Shaniqua tells her momma, You all better hide tonight
Because her mom stepped up from behind
Hit her in the FACE, stabbed her in the EYE
Punched her in the BELLY, stepped on her FEET
Slammed the girl on the hard concrete
Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, mommas GONE
Something seemed WRONG, now what is going on
I tried to bust it up, I said, Stop it, leave her
She said, If I cant have you, she cant eitherrrrrrrrr
She grabbed me hard, around my cock
I broke out like I had the chicken pox
Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly
She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy
And said Why dont you give me some play
Stop avoiding me like you is gay
I wet my pants whenever you say
 rock, rock
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, cant you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
I love your faggy ways
I guess thats why youre always getting laid
Oohh on and on and on and on and... whatever 
I said, and then I gave her a kiss
I said, You cant have me, Im too young for you, miss
She said, No you are not, then she starts crying
I said, Im 18 and she says stop lying
Serious, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, you cant be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
POW
Okay people, were talking about Kenny Muhammad
The Human Orchestra, Im not jokin ya know
Hes wicked, hes livin, hes vibin
With the hardcore verbal beatery
Beatbox criminal, top in his category
Thats a little something special for your Mindless CD