I got a style for every bump in ya face
Grease ball *** *****, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case, you know, I'm bow tied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69

So quick off the line, coin double side
But no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should beware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath

Miss me? No, you didn't, *****, with that ********, 'Miss me'
Tryna claim spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me
All of that is kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be

Hope to catch me sleepin' by bein' freaky
But, baby girl, let me be the first to say, it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do

And the view from the rockin' chair improve
But I am yet to see a team ***kin' with the crew
Near and far, saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne

Indo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows
The wind blown in changed and I am not mad
Ol' garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast

It's written all over, *****s, like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin' in desert sands
Alive I stand, never dead, though a ***** didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do, scoo do-do-do
Scoo do-do-do