It's a rainy Brooklyn morning You're a phone number And six states away I dialed and found you home Your voice comes back Like the day comes back From
little bitch I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin' The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six
of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out and
Raw bile on a track but you better believe it Webby half robot call me General Grievous Tryina be a millionaire, steppin' to Regis Killin' competitors I'll leave ya skeleton deep six
