Ah, how many brothers been charged?

Go through wires and set fires in my garage

Sabotage, I'm coming to you fools in camouflage

Gods must be crazy, stole your style from the '80s

Lookin' at that, that's yo lady. Why she look like Grady?

Shady business, wanna stop and look at my profile

People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats and argyle

Styles, skills, I get ill every time I rhyme

Quantum's leap stole my jeep, gonna catch that fool in time

'Cause I'm Da Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeter, with bad aim

Fame, now I'm gonna live forever, never say die

Bronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set trip

Dang y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot

So pow, look at this brother with stilts

Think his name was Da Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeter

Watch out, holy cow-abunga

Hung a couple of signs from these trees

The day that I became an MC

It was the day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

What? The Superman

The day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

Superman

The day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

What? The Superman

The day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

I'm your idol like Michael, so won't you beat it

I'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeated

Mistreated MCs like it was the '80s

My styles tighter than a wet Lycra on a 255-pound lady

Maybe, maybe not

Maybe you should check that

Pop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassette

On Channel 7 News at 11, watch these fools get hurt

Have you more confused than a Christian reading a Bible in a Muslim church

Come down to earth, now ask yourself is it worth

Losing your title in a rap recital?

I've been vital since my birth

MCs get faded 'cause I'm overrated

And if you lasted two rounds without getting blasted

Well, you lucky you made it

I'm the most hated MC, just like the homie

You'll be outie like last year, lookin' like Gary Coleman

'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the Super

I got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot, trooper

And ain't no to be continued

When I get in you, you get looser

Hope that you get used to losing

So shut up and start thinking

Before I leave you danglin' from my mic cords

And you hear me swingin'

It was the day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

What? The Superman

The day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

Superman

The day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

What? The Superman

The day that I became the Super

Was the day that I became the Superman

Put your gun away, Superman don't run away

See I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freeway

But anyway, we can do this all today

'Cause I embarrass more people on national television than Richard Bey

Today's topic: "MCs who set-up for beat downs"

Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical meltdown

You come to battle you get beat like drums

And I'mma put you on a bus and send you back to where you came from

And I don't care if you don't like me now

You go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty one

AKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeter, with bad aim

Also known as Skee-Lo, they call me Superman

Super, Superman (Superman)

You know they call me Superman

Superman, Superman

Superman, Superman

Superman