I came to drop some thunder like the Tampa Bay Lightning
My rhymes are kinda scary, my rhymes are kind of frightening
You'll pull out your strap, you'll pull out your chrome
You know you can't survive in my verbal thunderdome
I'll hit you with a hammer like a god named Thor
I'm gonna make you stammer like a fool on the Repor(t)
I step on the stage you're gonna get wary then
I'll slice you up like Thundarr the Barbarian

Boom, boom, boom, the sound of your heart breaking
Boom, boom, boom, your foundation is quaking
Dead as a ghost if you're stepping up to me
Your girl can't put her arms around a memory
Thunder, all through the night
You pray to see Jesus in the morning light
Pray as hard as you can, pray as hard as you might
Even he can't save you from the pain you earned tonight

This is a song, all about how
I'm talking shit and getting on down
I know you don't believe a word I've said
And if you don't like it, then you can drop dead

Professor Rex don't smoke no shit weed
You can cut me, but I don't know how to bleed
A sharknocerous is my seafaring steed
Open up you ears and henceforth be freed
We can step on the court and I'm gonna blast
Like Bill Laimbeer, I'ma bust your ass
Eating szechuan, drinking union Pabst Brew
Do what you wanna do, I'll do what I wanna do

My rhymes are so dense, you're gonna need footnotes
You're gonna memorize every word I wrote
I'll write your ass into a corner
Once you hear me, you're gonna need a coroner
The people of D.C. all call me the prof
I give 'em all an F and tell em fuck off
Zig zag zoom in the Z morning zoo
Do what you wanna do, I'll do what I gotta do

This is a song, all about how
I'm talking shit and getting on down
I know you don't believe a word I've said
And if you don't like it, then you can drop dead

Derailing your dreams like I was Super 8
Fucking with your future like Jon and Kate
I'm old like fire, older than dirt
I still get Heavy like D and go to work
The girls the girls they love me
You shackle 'em and I set them free
I take 'em to heights you'll never even try
I don't believe I am, I know that I'm fly

Yeah I'm vintage, yeah I'm old school
That means I know a lot more than you do
I forgot more shit than you'll ever know
Every word I write minimizes your flow
I write metaphors that blow your simple mind
You can't grok what I rock when I tick and I tock sock
Tearing down the system like an SLC Punk!
No junk in my trunk, like a brass monkey junkie

This is a song, all about how
I'm talking shit and getting on down
I know you don't believe a word I've said
And if you don't like it, then you can drop dead