Yes, yes, yes guess who’s on third?
Lupe steal like Lupin the Third.
Hear like ear till I’m beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge
Slow it down like we’re on the syrup
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth’s.
But, before you say another word,
I’m back on the block like I’m laying on the street.
I’m trying to stop lion like a Mum-Ra,
But I’m not lying when I’m laying on the beat.
Engarge, touché Lupe cool as the unthawed
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.
I come as correct as a porn star,
In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car.
So, I represent the first.
Now, let me end my verse right where the horns are like