It's been a minute since I heard some new Joe, This dawg is crazy, R and B kudjo, And i'm a rap psycho, Norman Bates call me mama, With the brown and
color scheme, welcome to the crib A two family habitat for humanity with a view Of where the insanity live My vida loca was built like Bob Villa, villa
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have
To Bob Segar to Joe Louis N' his arena an now on me Paradise the mic of over achievers Smokin' sewer cops bottom feeders And parking meters a bunch of bad dudes In the mad brew and
head great You feel from the Empire State and ended up a dead ape It's a matter of principle like Joe Clark put the microphone to the gasoline and watch
whip down the strip like a A.J. Foyt Makin hip-hop that's been my job I know a kid that rocks and his name is Bob It's a long race and I'm winnin son
Joe Bob was rough as a cob And prone to blow his stack Kenny Dean was in a suicide scene Sneaking behind Joe's back Sneaking around with Joe's girl,
Janet teaches grade school and prob'ly always will Bob works for the city and Jack's in lab research And Peggy plays organ at the Presbyterian Church And
words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we
And maybe the maids'll come dancing Down at St.Anthony's, oh Oh, well we told ol' Joe half eight for sure He turned around and told one more And four
dressed up And went and took all the bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed
Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin' And
by my side His brother Marc and his cousin Bob They were both chased by huge mobs While Joe, he could only sing about the things Crazy women didn't bring Hey Joe
bang this [RZA] It's the big double dancer, extravaganza Zodiac: Cancer, who's the boss? Tone dancer? No Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty Shots to your mouth, buck, and
they hung my momma from a telephone pole Cause she baked my pa into a casserole Born to be the king of rock and roll 125,000 years old Superman can go and
and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob
leather on a Harley In Jamaica like Bob Marley In some other circumstance Would you give me just one chance? Marlyn without a Joe D'maggio Oh where'd that horse and
new Sean John Lost in my lusty ways You see my face in a magazine and can't turn the page. EQUIPTO You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to