Secret ID

Clears throat Straight to the point you smurf, I've been cold since the Flintstones Accurate enough to flick a Pebble at your lymph nodes What would Scooby Doo? Check out once I check in Bitch, I'm so fly that I downlook the Jetsons Questions Ask know I'm calm and ready To hit you with random items like Tom and Jerry Quicker than wacky racers I'm a boss You ain't a man at all Hong Kong Phooey walking at the size of Jabberjaw *Clears throat* Yeah Okay Buttercup I'd really hate To burst your Bubble But fuck it With I, the only thing that's Going Blossom is trouble I'm out to rumble Rowdyruffs See I'm nothing to fuck with I function for destructions Touch mine and I go Fuzzy Lumpkins Sicker than Ganggreen I'm Him that goes loco Fucking with three bitches Like Mojo Jojo Also you think it's a joke? Ain't a damn thing funny I'll make you look stupider Than powerpuff bunny Dummy I'm power enough Get courage you cowardly smug Think everything between is sweet I ain't been and sour enough That's fine Make you rewind like Aku When I black My movements are crack And I'll cut you down That's Samurai Jack Slack Nah, I'm known to get hostile Hot flows, black eyes Like sun glasses on Johnny Bravo There ain't a Kids Next Door That's rocking with number sixx And no ben-Ten form Has power such as this Suck a dick I'll leave you wanna stretch a drag So you better stay hidden Like Dexter's lab Shit will get evil Shit will get Grim Darker than Mandy's heart Wilder than billy Once I begin In this business Is known that I'm renown when spitting Often tops Like the parents of Cow and Chicken Cower before this You'll never be ready I'm out for more than quarters, boy This ain't Ed, Edd and Eddy This is real I'm far from a Sheep in the big city I'm a monster Trick when it's sixx it'll get illy I'll get busy alone Though none of you bastards scare me And my clique scary Know that my friends ain't imaginary, fairy Fairly raw, son I do my job Of leaving opponents stranded Mike, Lu and Og I'm a Don Hence all I do, I accel' hard Pulling up in something large Megas XLR Leaving you Puffy like AmiYumi When I swing a guitar Wanna know what happened to robot Jones? I scattered his parts I wanna shatter the hearts of those Who doubt all my power Cause in the booth I ain't a rookie cooking boy I ain't chowder Now I'm on some shit Where I snap if we tustle Boy, shit will get uglier Than Captain K'nuckles So shut your Flapjack Or I'll clap at a faster pace And it won't be a secret Like the saturdays