Lyrics:

Hey yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here
In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right ear drum, close range
The game is not only dangerous but it's most strange

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Joker rhymes like the 'Is you just happy to see me?' trick
Classical slapstick, rappers need chap-stick

A lot of them sound like they in a talent show
So I'll give 'em somethin' to remember like the Alamo
Tally Ho, a high joker like spades game
Came back from five year, layin' and stayed the same

Sayin' electromagnetic feeling blocks all logic
Spock and G shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her power use was pure Brita water filter juice

Keep a pen like a fiend, keep a pipe with 'em
Gentlemen who lent a pen to a friend who write with 'em
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
Only thing that come between us is krill and money

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Better rhymes make for better songs and that is not
If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along

Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
Got get back, connects wetback, get stacks
Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe
To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo or dro

This rhyme flow take practice like Tae Bo
With Billy Blanks, 'Oh, you're too kind', 'Really? Thanks'
To the gone and lost forever like 'Oh My Darling Clementine'
He hold his heart when he tellin' rhymes

When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven
He's nasty like the old time old number seven
You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola
Make you wish they coulda erased out the Motorola

I told her, 'No credit for it back
If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak'
Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times
Joker rhymes like the 'Is you just happy to see me' trick
Classical slapstick, rappers need chap-stick

A lot of them sound like they in a talent show
So I'll give 'em somethin' to remember like the Alamo
Tally Ho, a high joker like spades game
Came back from five year layin' and stayed the same

Sayin' electromagnetic feeling blocks all logic
Spock and G, shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her power use was pure Brita water filter juice

Keep a pen like a feind keep a pipe with 'em
Gentlemen who lent a pen to a friend who write with 'em
Never seen the shit again, but he's still my dunny
Only thing that come between us is krill and money

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times