So, just sit back and Max and relax
Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up
'Cause, I get funky like diaper rash
And you know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cashI've got sex rhymes like Victoria's got secrets
To all you prone peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat EwingLike getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of A.K
Like a sound that go to the depths of the soul
Well that's the feeling that I make my goalA little wine with my dinner so I'm in my grape ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape
Because I get I'll when I'm on the pause button
And I get my fill and you can't say nothingMore soul on this train then Don Cornelius
Got the mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
Wires hitting switches connecting at the junctionPerl man's got beats and it ain't no secret
Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in S.D. 50 till early morning
Who's going to rock the nation?
Who's going to rock the nation?