People Can Talk

Well I flick flick, flow flow, niggas know I’m no joke
Can I get a deal, can I rhyme you dumb slow poke?
I’m not the wiggy one, heavy like a megaton
I got a shell and a pretty black shotgun
The Fourth Horseman, the biggy boss man
I do my dirty work and travel when I cross men
Don’t call me Rocky, Marcy-or-the-ano
A white band with a black grand piano
People gather 'round on my pee pee, penis
I stomp out quick, you catch a porno flick
I got a major label hoppin on my drumstick
I kick anus, I rock a rectum
Who’s the A&R, disrespect 'em
I see brother get down and sign a whack group
You Uncle Tom, you black Fruit Loop
So what you know about rap you little fairy?
Critics can walk and suck my wee wee okay~!
I drop bombs like the paper called The Times
Rappers are whack, you paid 'em forty G’s
People can talk, say what they want
Hey! I’m over here and over there, been there and everywhere
Take a look stop and stare, GLANCE and then compare
Where’s your ears boy? Rhythm the top choice
You know you can’t front on me, cause now I got the voice
Here I here I come, not the wannabeez
AC/DC's, and the Bee Gee’s
Groups that can’t — rap, groups that can’t — sing
Groups that have a gimmick more image and other things
My name ain’t — Quayle, my name ain’t — Bush
A 4-H-M, a superstar with push
The ragga mecha don, with suckers on my cock
You know I got the flavor, so why you got the boogies?
Sham, buddy!