[Verse 1: Nanashi] What be the Scoop Scooby Fella lyricist spitting brick and skin color djibouti Looking spooky more Avant garde than kabuki Spiting like a child file lines loopy spooky truly broody Nough so to make a floozy do thee Harlem shake up out the clothe quick Balls big enough to make Jaw's jaw split with one flick of the Horn of some Norwal sh** co*ky Sonny boy thinking that since he shine on he also runs ship That son of a Dick I ain't given'em a Butkus But we sure can trade blows Brain knows instinct only Like lairs know to stay in pocket with stories about fight which are squally