Testo di #1 Hit Record

Silver Surfer on the cerebellum MC's rhyme at the zoo and when they're wack parrots tell em I cut records in morse code I'm mentally retarted but I choose my own wardrobe Raw rap suburbanite I'm fuckin with religion like I didn't wear the turban right I jerk off in my cereal You couldn't even fuck with the grand imperial I drop suckers like Plinco You MC's are wack, even if you don't think so I step to it then bust a verse I can't battle you cause I gots to get dusted first I ain't talkin 'bout drugs neither I'm fuckin gangsta bitches cause I caugth thug fever Punching girls and grabbin guns I'm just doin my thing yo, I'm just havin fun This ain't the Treacherous 3, herb I saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverb I stay in bed, fuck school My folks are payin 20 g's but yo, this shit is cool I talk shit and I rock well I gots to do the laundry cause my muthafuckin socks smell Yo, that shit ain't no joke, dude I take off my shoes and muthafuckas start to choke food The fliest on a 12-inch So is your girl, and she doesn't make records There's a midget in my neighborhood And a one armed man and they're both my fans They're both Vietnam vets They like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threats I farted in the fishbowl And then I played pinball with Zevlove X And Percee P And Stezo Yo, this is a hit record, man It's gon' be number one It's number one