text: To all the stupid people and the rest
  You are about to witness something youve never witnessed before this
  But ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two members of Little Jimmy
  In the place to be were gonna show you how to do it for the year 2005
  Kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their world
  Because we need to continue to rock stop his modem cold to minimize the scene
  Cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it
  This is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no good moment
  And yall know us thats when we run into something like this
  La-di-da-di da-di-da-di we likes to party-party
  We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody
  We are just just some men up on the mic
  When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT
  Fuck all-a-yall whos going to Hell
  Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself
  Cause its cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin
  Thats what we create, because that be our mission
  So listen close to what we say
  Because this type of shit it happens every day 
  This type of shit it happens EVERY DAY 
  THIS TYPE OF SHIT IT HAPPENS EVERY DAY
  I woke up AROUND two in the MORNIN
  Did a lot of COKE, strechin, YAWNIN
  Went into the BATHROOM to wash UP
  Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch
  Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all?
  There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
  Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said...
  You are you conceited bastard!
  Well thats true, thats why we never have no beef
  And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
  Change my clothes, spark my hair
  I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear
  And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
  The Johnsons baby powder and the Polo cologne
  Fresh dressed like a million dollas
  I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla
  Stepped out the crib, stopped short, oh no
  Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn
  SHIT I FORGOT MY FUCKING KANGOL
  Den me dilly dally, we run into an alley
  Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley
  God damn bitch played hard to get
  So I said, Whats up girl, you look like shit
  Dont cry, dry your eye
  Shaniqua tells her momma, You all better hide tonight
  Because her mom stepped up from behind
  Hit her in the FACE, stabbed her in the EYE
  Punched her in the BELLY, stepped on her FEET
  Slammed the girl on the hard concrete
  Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, mommas GONE
  Something seemed WRONG, now what is going on
  I tried to bust it up, I said, Stop it, leave her
  She said, If I cant have you, she cant eitherrrrrrrrr
  She grabbed me hard, around my cock
  I broke out like I had the chicken pox
  Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly
  She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy
  And said Why dont you give me some play
  Stop avoiding me like you is gay
  I wet my pants whenever you say
   rock, rock
  Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, cant you see
  Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
  I love your faggy ways
  I guess thats why youre always getting laid
  Oohh on and on and on and on and... whatever 
  I said, and then I gave her a kiss
  I said, You cant have me, Im too young for you, miss
  She said, No you are not, then she starts crying
  I said, Im 18 and she says stop lying
  Serious, go ask my mother
  And with your wrinkled pussy, you cant be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
  POW
  Okay people, were talking about Kenny Muhammad
  The Human Orchestra, Im not jokin ya know
  Hes wicked, hes livin, hes vibin
  With the hardcore verbal beatery
  Beatbox criminal, top in his category
  Thats a little something special for your Mindless CD