[Verse] Swift fist like Camacho I got so much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up, need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then f** your moms, hit the skins til amnesia sh**, just the two hits Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits s**ing on the tits, had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humping around and jumping around Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G" Then I bust in her E-Y-E [Outro] OK, yeah, that's the verse of that song That wasn't something I wrote, that was just something The f**? Did you just record me? *Seinfeld music plays*