[Verse 1: PackofRats]
Aw, shucks pa
You shoulda spent it on Trimspa
Emcees think they Grey Goose
But they just Vladmir Vodka
Kaka shen, suse pejo?
Sticking crackers for they Zunes or they iPods
PackofRats down on Diagon Alley
Copping Weasley's Wheezes then I dip
To the Three Broomsticks
To sip some Butterbeer
I love it there, yeah
I rap this way cause I rap this way
I don't give a fuck about your "back in the day"
A fuck about your '93
I don't give a fuck about hip-hop
I got tight jeans and a flat top
A white bitch who loves Brit-pop
Now what you know about that?
Prolly nada, papa
You can't step to me
With mommy's old recipe
Go back to the lab
I'll even pay for the cab
And a new foil mask
PackofRats on that ass
With class and penache
Like the black Boy George
That I am, in a Dodge Ram
With Coke up in the Philly fitted
Yup, I'm all words, fuck deeds
I'm watching BBC laughing at Mr. Bean
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Citizen to god, damnit
Came to make them sick like some thick hot clam spit
Lit this brick a toxic ham bit
It's Vic, the mic quicker on some pick your pocket scam
Ish, wrote this faster than speeding crawfish
With a nut wit to get a bleeding whore nauseous
The rawest of the raw, be cautious
Hardcore god cost more than porches, torturous
Herbs, all words no deeds
Like a garden full of weeds, fertilized with speed
Guaranteed to make your third eye bleed
V get cheese at a bird fly ease
Off of these mad slick riddle scraps
Put 'em now that's a Vlasic pickle traps
Spastic lyrical jabs
Spent his last plastic nickel rap nickel on craps

[Verse 3: No Body's Child]
These boys just wanna have fun
Get dumb to some rap, dodge the clap
Make it back home and catch an episode of Entourage
Where's my snacks?
Blacks and tans and a deep dish pizza
Yeah, I'm living real greasy, n***a
Like my women easy, n***a
I said I like women easy, n***a
But it all good if you slang that wood
You gotta put your wood somewhere right?
I know what I like and I know what I need
Put it on a bitch that knows how to freak
Don't bullshit and open up the knees
Hut hut hike, it's like a third and a ten
And I'm dropping back in the pocket going deep
Touchdown and I'm going to sleep
Boy day, n***a