Got another funky rhyme
  Another funky, funky rhyme
  Got another funky rhyme
  Another funky rhyme
  Another funky, funky rhyme
  Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!
  This is my jam!!!
  I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
  Aw, shit!
  Well, they let the gate up so I bail
  It's been six months pick me up from the county jail
  With a smog mother payin' my dues
  Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
  But I ain't naggin'
  Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'
  8 men in the car long
  And the Faygo is almost gone
  My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
  So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date
  She said "Pick me up at three"
  Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
  We gonna eat at Mexican Village
  Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
  And when she showed, well, I'll be damned
  Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
  Have her pay him and for dinner too
  The knot in my sock, it done bit you
  She's all prettied up for nothing
  I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
  And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
  Cuz I won't front for the ho
  Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
  And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
  The bitch jumped up with a boom
  "I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
  She's got the tab, so I go for mine
  And order up some '52 vintage wine
  Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that
  Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
  She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
  Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
  I ain't saying nothing though
  I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
  What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
  How long can one fat bitch take?
  Quite snacking and pay me saps
  Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops*
  "So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
  "Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
  Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
  to that fat bitch in the kitchen"