Unknown Artist - Bonus Game 2 lyrics

Well mister lyrical paragraphs your tracks make me laugh You fronted a microphone, you didn't pa** math In science, the main ingredient; to be the finest of the fittest You did it and yo, I ain't with it You failed all the lessons, wanna remain in the top ten? Stop, look. and listen, give props to the light skinned Knowledge is the key to be the best of a black man Wisdom understands the ways of a Deutsch land Devilish attitudes that really make me rude It's Friday the thirteenth, you're all f**in' doomed It's Jason, and Michael Meyers, and Freddy all combined You say we're the savages, but look who eats swine The pig, there's only one vein in the body I'm at the Hot Vodka and I want me a Swanee Bring him along, I hear a bell, what the hell? I'm tortured, the emcees, they promised not to tell! Oh swell...