When He Comes On

".. doesn't sound good to me"

[Pudgee]

Mother************* the bull*************t! Hello, heidi ho, where's my intro

To this show, and you know the *************t is ****

I'm all that, no, your mind ain't playin tricks

But I think you suck like a (whore) does to *************s

Talk good game, but you ain't no lover

Last you ************* you had is when you slid out your mother

You know I was hep to the *************t from the get-go

Come off like the clothes of a ho in a strip, show

My oh my god DAMN I'm proud to say

Or like they say that every dog gotta have his day

Rest assured when the day arrives on this child

I'm kickin the gravy style, never the corny style

Nuff respect is what I'm gettin, give it to me

Even if you're part of BBD you couldn't "Do Me"

I play Marvin Gaye, "What's Goin' On?" "Let's Get it On"

Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on

[Chorus]

C'mon mother******s c'mon (aww yeah!)

C'mon mother******s c'mon (here we go)

C'mon mother******s c'mon (keep it up!)

C'mon mother******s c'mon (here we go)

[Pudgee]

Here comes the wickedest, with the wickedest style I'll be kickin it

I wear a size eleven you can guess where I'll be stickin it

Think with the heart, everything is all me

*************ttin on *************z as if they was Tawana Brawley

Who cares whether superstar or small name

Tramplin comp like a City College ball game

Scamp, get the upper hand, I'll be with it

Drivin 'em right off the edge like in Chappaquid*************

Without a second for thought, what I got to lose?

They'll find you deep in a river wearin cement shoes

Anyone gets out of hand I get drastic

How the ************* you wanna leave - a basket or casket?

************* the fact that they say I ain't - *************t

Plus the fact that, they're really on my *************

I play Marvin Gaye, "What's Goin' On?" "Let's Get it On"

Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on

[Chorus]

[Pudgee]

If you ever feel that you're better then tell me

Come with the facts or get taxed just like Leona Helmsley

You mother******s should retire

There's nobody flyer, I set yo' ass on fire like Richard Pryor

No flaws, causin drama

And any-a test I'm sure to cut you up just like Jeffrey Dahmer

I won't be frontin I can't sing that's not my thing

************* with me I'll beat yo' ass like Rodney King

I'm pullin tricks on the slick, *************t

I'm beatin *************z on the daily routine like you beat your *************

Everywhere I'm seein smiles; you're lovin me now

'til things slow down and then you're on a different style

I don't know you we never hung out

But once I get paid up again you'll be actin like you're strung out

And bein life is a gamble, bet

I'ma be tellin yo' ass goodbye like Tevin Campbell

[Chorus x2.25]