Yea, Box the boss, I'm awesome
hot sauce and coffee, offing all who cross me yo
I'm the foreman, storming til morning
no warning beforehand
I rock well like Norman
Spock logic blocking Mormons
only burning bush I believe in is kush
swoosh, nothing but net
I fuck up your set
put in double the sweat
break necks on tape decks
with cold beats you're cold feet
fuck enriched white bitches
I'm whole wheat
I'm sour grapes cuz nowadays
MC's got they coward ways
and leave the team shorthanded like power plays
I'm Chilly Willy the penguin
make your head spin
I'm roasting bowls and going bowling
rolling at 10 pins, strike
your fans are sort of like the Third Reich
they follow propaganda and pay the toll like a turnpike
I gotta hand it to you
you count sheep, you're sound asleep
my insults come with insulin
Hitterbox, too sweet
gonna give you type two dia-beats