[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yo, it’s the Teenage Mutant Ninja Rapper, you don’t wanna start bro The combination of Donatello and Leonardo Michelangelo and Raph rolled into one With the knowledge of Master Splinter, so Shredder is done (Finish him) Coppin’ pizza by the box I’m the new creature on the block, no beatin’ what I got And I’m heatin’ up the spot The way I rip it on the mic even Jesus gotta watch Reachin’ to the top, battlin’ the villains And a court case, cause they tryna’ send me to prison I’m the illest white dude that ya never heard I’m the shit, for lack of a better word I’m a dog like a boxer or a pug Bout to make a splash in the game, got water in the tub And I thought you were a thug But then they scared to battle me cause I could squash em like a bug Mixin’ 5-hour energy with Hennessy Mind so fcked up I can’t even remember me Spit it doper rhyme, homie I am so defined Rollin’ up more joints than a cobra's spine I am the master of the metaphors Rip it from Connecticut, Australia to Ecuador Settle scores easy, I do not try I just put one in the air like carbon dioxide I’m Popeye after digestin' a can of spinach I’m handlin’ business, say more in a sec than you can in a minute Animalistic, you cannot attack this One punch make em back flip the fuck off the atlas I’m a Tempur-Pedic mattress, I’ll leave an impression Danny Glover with the lethalest weapon Come back and I gotsta get it Joints rolled so big you think a Rasta did it Sippin’ on some Jell-O shots with some vodka in it Known for notoriety, I’m Big Papa with it So now listen up to ya boy Roll one up, kick ya feet up, sit back and enjoy UhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
