Hit the Quan like the Dab Didn't see like most rappers' dads (that's sad) I see you falling off like you've got RADs I'm zany and harmful like I haven't took my meds Every night I sleep in different beds Shook because I'm lacking head (how?) Well I hurdled over the handlebar into a pit of dried tar Whilst checking out my own supercar I said "hi concrete nice to meet you" The stone-cold dick responded by breaking my nosebone It's now Mobb Deep in my cranium by this point You'll see me in my cum-stained pug tee And fist clenched on a joint Rowdy f**ers! The pessimists will feel the full force of these mighty strong wrists if you join them Pussies have a cist Some ladies pubes are f**ing gross About ye tall as Chris Paul (umm) Let me a**ist Eat your a** like vegemite toast (yum!)