All you trekkies and tv addicts
Don`t mean to diss
Don`t mean to bring static
All you klingons in the fuckin` house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin` doors off hinges
I`ll grab you with the pinchers
And no i didn`t retire
I`ll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers
Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat
You`ve never seen before
Gliding in the glades
And like lorne greene
You know i get paid
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like darren or hazel
I`m a mother fucking nick at night with
Classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm
Cause my farm ain`t fat
So what`s up with that
I`ve got friends and family that i respect
When i think i`m too good
They put me in check
So believe when i say i`m no better than you
Except when i rap
So i guess it ain`t true
Like that y`all and you just don`t stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what`s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let`s turn this motherfuckin` party out
Said, `doc what`s the condition
I`m a man that`s on a mission`
Said, `son, you`d better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician`
Like a scientist
Mmmm when i`m applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like einstein and the rappin` duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what the deal
I didn`t know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you won`t see it later
Cause i work magic like a magician
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