[Verse 1: MC Tykoon]
I'm in front like a roobar
Speeding through like a puma
Penis won't stop growing, women think it's a tumour
I see you think that's funny
Call it vitreous humour
I'm the sh**tiest human
Straight hideous loser
Under the doona
I'll pull my dick out to spoon ya
Call me the serial rooter
I get around like a rumour
Probably needing a neuter
Cause of girls on computers
Who claim their clean as a flute
But stink of fresh barracuda, Uh!
[Verse 2: Genesis]
I came to this world a fiend
Looking through the cracks staring at a TV screen
My habitat HV always causing a scene
I can't relax cause we're constantly chasing this green
Know what I mean?
Cause we're all tryna' capture this vision
You can call it rap to me, its a f**ing religion
Rap gods with the verses and the scriptures they've written
Change the culture for a next generation of children
And thats real
My thoughts are in a mix, my mind is the producer
That stone cold sh**, my eyes have seen medusa
Rhythm sharp shooter, one shot one k**
With the sk** that i feel like you shoulda' heard soona'
There ain't' nothing smoother, that eases my soul
Its that landslide effect and I'm still on a roll
Like the stone and like the AJ, they never get old
I want the sound you just can't explain if your told
[Verse 3: MC Tykoon]
Yo, I've been think about switching names on the pronto
From tyke to Gordon Gecko
Cause you know im making that dough
Thats right for the baking and sweet pastrys
What you eat when your stoned
Now ima' let you know, down low how my game go
Leaving lad's and metros looking straight petro
A to the M, not Adelaide Metro
Imma see the last letter and ah, perfecto
I hate f*gs, but dont have a problem with gay people
I stay evil, all ones who degrade and enslave people
A great sequel, to all the ones who came before me
When im performing
Your getting knocked the f** out like George Forman
My girl disappointed its 40 inches but all foreskin
Forsaking my existence like, whys half my penis missing?
I guess some questions aren't meant to be answered
And three wishes aren't meant to be granted
Granted the three wishes will be wasted on me
Disrespectful, illiterate little sh** I don't cross my T's