Your pretencious criticisms of my existance
Only contridict the principles of common physics
See my lyrics only reflect the facts of biology
Me and Dime, only rhyme for sakes of gynecology
Which is the study of the human reproductive system
We won't the victums of a rapping bishop
Or a rhyming reverand, spare us, you're scaring us
You think you DJ Run, but you're more like Kurk Franklin
Flexin' on stage for spritual cleansing, please man
I don't give a goddamn about your opinion
I give the skinny on every little thing that I experience
I get paid for physicals, examination of my patients
Thorough inspections, apply my erection in the right direction
My pleasure weapon is reppin my reputation
I tell them to be patient while I do what shall suffice
Yo, padre, go floss your LADA, bumpin' Amish Paradise

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