[Mr. J]

Let me bear my fangs, grab my fork, yo buddah
pass the pork, my terror reigns over HAM support
or whatever your radio jam records, New Era safe
Mad Hatter manners whore, basically 'switch position'
I kept the ticker kickin', handin' out Ether mixtures...
witness the barrage of God in the rocket launch
get my Kobe on whenever I decide to throw the pokeball
bangin' soccer mom's while their Mazda's rock..
your like 'homey nahhhh' it's mashed potato in her perogi y'all
salt & pepper, but I'm rolling naughty by nature
I make hobby's off anger, aim at your bucks, Milwaukee's endangered
I make rhymes off impulse imagine if time was a factor
cosigning disaster & raising the bunnies with a desire for laughter
fuzzy wuzzy does he judge me cuz he's ugly?
plus he's jumpy once he punches Pugsly over rugby
nonsense isn't progress in concepts but it's logic
martians in orbit with fresh breath that's the next topic