Yo, this one goes out to all you punk b**hes who think the Hawkman is soft
Just because I'm wicked smart
Listen up, I got something to say
Straight out of Oxford a crazy motherf**er named Hawking
When I be rocking the mic, you be gawking
At me, 'cause I'm a bad mama-jamma
You wanna lock me up, put my a** in the slamma
But f** that sh** 'cause no jail can hold me
You can't even catch me much less control me
So if you see me coming you better duck
'Cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f**
Crazy as f**, crazy as f**
Crazy as f**, crazy as f**
2000 is the number, another summer
Sound of the funky drummer
Stephen Hawking would like to say
That I'm a crazy motherf**er from around the way
Kicking science like no one else can
My dick is twice as long as my attention span
So if you cross me b**h you're out of luck
'Cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f**
' Scuse me while I whip this out
Uh yeah, make it funky now
Go, go, go, go, go
Go Doomsday, it's your birthday
Yo, break it down
Aah ya, that's right. I'm f**in' nutty
I'd just as soon bust a cap in your a** as look at you
I'm like Ed Begley, Jr. at a motherf**ing oil spill
The gate is down and the lights are flashing but there ain't no train coming
Yo, I ain't through yet. Kick that sh** back in
Once again back in the motherf**ing ring
The H to the A to the W-King
When I roll I roll it heavy and I roll it phat
Packing b**hes in the Chevy and a clip in my Gatt
Yo, I told you twice already, I wont tell you again
The mighty Stephen Hawking is f**ing insane
So if you see me coming b**h you better duck
'Cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f**