Versuri

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 sex 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 grape 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 bass for your anus 
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 shit 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?