So, just sit back and Max and relax
Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up
'Cause, I get funky like diaper rash
And you know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash

I've got *** rhymes like Victoria's got secrets
To all you prone peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of A.K
Like a sound that go to the depths of the soul
Well that's the feeling that I make my goal

A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my g**** ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape
Because I get I'll when I'm on the pause button
And I get my fill and you can't say nothing

More soul on this train then Don Cornelius
Got the mad sub-woofer pumping b*** for your ****
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction

Perl man's got beats and it ain't no secret
Dante found his **** but you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in S.D. 50 till early morning
Who's going to rock the nation?
Who's going to rock the nation?