Count the craft in ounces pound for pound
there's no competitor, one sixty five with his shoes on,
Dr. Seuss on microphones, hot like Tucson,
grade A1 you two for one coupon so move on one.
He could take you on two on one,
take two more take the group on one, hoop on em,
let like Johnny loose on em like
let the whole damn zoo on em,
callin out, Mommy who's on em, Mommy who's on em, and one.
Probably kidnap ya grandson,
ya'll hand over cash ransoms
for a handsome sum just in ones.
One bar worth more than ya sixteens
is pristine spit like minty Listerine,
brush rinse repeat, just once.
In round one you go down with one count
from the ref and the hook from his left, shiver, duck,
PAH, just once.
Shit is easy to me as natural as breathing you see,
go back and check the track
how many takes?