So, so, so just sit back and max and relax

Off the 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 cash

I've got sex rhymes like Victoria's got secrets

To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this

I'm like Al Goldstein, yeah, I'm all about screwing

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave

Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK

Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul

Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal

A little wine with my dinner, so I'm the Grape Ape

I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape

'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button

And I get my fill and now you can't say nothing

More soul on this train than Don Cornelius

Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus

Just getting on the mic at the monthly function

The wires hitting switches, connecting at the junction

Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret

Dante found his shit and you know he freaked it

And so the story goes on and on

Down in the SD 50 till the early mornin'