My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on. We're comin' with the limericks and we're comin' strong. And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme. When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong.
hey man hey man hey man. i made you out of clay man. and when ur all done and dry man. i will play with u all day man.
I'm trading my sorrow. I'm trading my shame. I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord. . I'm trading my sickness. I'm trading my pain. I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord.
* send corrections to the typist. . [Intro]. Yea. Jealous niggaz and bitches. . Yea. . This for y'all. Uh uh. . [Verse 1]. So many of us, envy us. Enough to just make a fly bitch bust with disgust.