Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
  Yea.. [imitating the beat]
  This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea
    [Verse One]
  Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
  Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
  Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
  Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
  Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
  Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
  Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
  that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
  No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive
  Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
  UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
  Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
  Foul shit, way out of order
  Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
  Disorderly conduct, will erupt
  When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
  Aight bitches, now show yo' asses
    [Chorus]
  The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
  We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
  (we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)
  And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
  Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
  (what the fuck, c'mon)
    [Verse Two]
  Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
  Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
  Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
  And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
  My price tag, just to show up the shit
  Might be somethin you can't afford
  Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
  Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
  Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
  All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
  Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
  Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
  Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
  Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
  No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done
  just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
  What we drop and how we keep shit comin
  How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
  Controllin the land, controllin the sea
  Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse
  Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
  And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
  Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
  I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up..
    [Chorus]
    [Busta Rhymes]
  Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit
  The fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]