Flavor Flav fresh off the plane
Got your boy in the Rock Hall of Fame
You see my clock, Dookie chain
Since the 80s, your boy got the fame
I've been on that money train
More groupies than I can't explain
This time around I ain't playing no games
Haters hate, I'm burnin' them in the flames
I ball just like LeBron James
Public Enemy tour — that's how we bang
You miserable niggas are all lame
Lollapalooza — me and my gang
You niggas wishin' I never came
Y'all just Pinky and The Brain
Or you suckers could take this in pain
My Lambo outside — that purple rain
Your boy is a legend, I'll leave a stain
You can call me Crazy Doctor Strange
You don't stop
See, we never drop the hip when we hop
I got 99 percent and a trick ain't one
Miuzi weighs a ton so we never really had to run
Comin' through so it's time to put it on ya
Protest — hear a riot goin' on ya
Cut the check from here to California
I talk race — yo ass thinkin' Daytona
Flav a swinger, I'm the mad thinker
This spit contingent where y'all thinkin' as a soul singer
Reparation — poor sister still linger
Spit a fly verse, spot a fly track
Nowadays I still curse, truth hurts — it's wack
Forty acres, we still lack
Depression — smoked a fool sack
Shit, I'm never gonna get my fuckin' quarterback
