Flute Loop

So, so, so just sit back and max and relax.

Off the tracks that I kick come on and give it up cause

I get funky like diaper rash and

You know I'm mad spunky and I'm makin' cash

I've got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets

To all you porn peepers who are trying to peep this

I'm like Al Goldstein I'm all about screwin'

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like gettin' shot out the barrel of a wave

Like a virgin POW on the peaks of A.K.

Like a sound that goes the depths of the soul

That's the feelin' that I make my goal

Uh

Check it out

A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my grape Ape

'I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape

Cause, I get ill when I'm on the pause button

And I get my fill and now you can't say nothin'

More soul on this train than Don Cornelious

I got the mad subwoofer pumpin' bass for your anus

Just gettin' on the mic at the monthly function

Wires hittin' switches connectin' at the junction

Pearlman's got beats and it ain't no secret

Dante found his shit and you know he freaked it

And so the story goes on and on

Down in S.D. 50 till early mornin'