Meet The Fockers

Hunchback of Notre Dame, I got bad posture

 She knew I was lying when I told that bitch I was gonna call her

 I always been a baller, when I was a kid I played soccer

 Fuck you, your honor, case dismissed, he's a goner

 Put the acid in a dropper, fuck the bullshit, I'm drinking water

 Brainwashed the masses like divided conchers

 She talking with that dick in her mouth like she underwater

 All I see is Dave Blunt and Harry Potters

 Why they hating on suburban joggers?

 Congratulations, you're the 100th caller

 Taking rhinos to my big taller

 When I'm lost, I feel like Sawyer

 I'm the pig when I make myself smaller

 I know that I must be high

 My pullout game, weak on my insertion

 It's tactical, keep it casual

 The money keep on rounding up, it's mathematical

 I'm dropping classics, this shit classical

 The talent is admirable

 Blame it all on karma, it's gon' come right back to you

 I'm taking Muay Thai classes just to come and beat they asses

 When you move slow as molasses and it feels like a bad dream

 Because you got your fucking ass kicked

 I'm the brother no one likes, I feel like Radix

 And they talk behind your back cause they ain't got some racks yet

 Cut you up like Dexter and then feed you to the maggots

 And how they gon' learn if you only giving them packets