Back Up Kid

The electricity shall now be passed through your body Until you are dead Back up kid, forty billion hundred power watts Back up kid, forty billion hundred power Back up kid, forty billion hundred power watts Back up kid, forty billion hundred power You on my pubic, I tell you kid, that's on my testicles I slice that style up like big and vegetables You know I'm legend though you clown man stiff and blow I got the big stage, no props for yo' small show I light your anus up, pee upon your whole spectrum Then damage all butt with missiles to your girl's rectum No matter how where, with activator on your hair You could be weaved up, toes to your sleeve up A-D-A-T's work you got static, turn your Nieve up You on four-track, tic-tac, I still wipe butt crack Battle me now your cornflake style, chocolate cow You no test catnip slop runnin' down your vest Master of what, your kitty styles fall butt Incest, you settle for less Yo lick my wee-wee, your sister tried to watch me pee-pee On New Year's, panties down, drunk drinkin' beers You get asked up, records get faxed up Your booty get torn your heiny's all waxed up I see emcees waste time and vinyl, your point is final You trapped in the cage and now pregnant by a green rhino Lubriderm is 'pon the cage it's still Octagon Your girl in tights, panties made of chiffon Like Ted Bundy and Kemper, I burn your wig this winter No matter how hard you are, I still paint that back Then draw some pictures of Space Ghost on yo' ass crack With Scooby Doo, Fred and Wilma watchin' Dino doo-doo Your style is no flake, them beige boots are kinda weak You suck nuts and lick my balls every time I speak You at the Apollo, you whack easy act to follow You get no props, for skirts suckin' Charms pops You on my penis, still wearin' shell-toe Adidas I'm in your building, like paint chips off your ceiling Fake face, yo pack up, start watchin' Scarface I strike your tour bus, catch you naked smokin' dust Rip your papers at halftime, your rented rhymes are rust You got no wins, for crabs in your used Benz Extra mic stands for Taco Bell burns yo' friends Louisiana hot sauce, tops your anus boss Gorilla Magilla, he's in the window Your style is for sale, sperm drippin' off your pillow