Dripping like water, Yola, candy, ice cream
Roll the snake eyes, grandma needs a new spleen
Danny had the sticky hands from slanging that rocky road
Strawberry sundaes turning Mundane into freak mode
Blizzards and frosty’s
Sixers beat the wizards then we got Mr. Softee 
Vanilla shakes making drum breaks sound like earthquakes 
That’s for bird brains who made the mistake of dissing me in the first place
Confetti cake on my birthdays
The worst daze bring the champ pain
Flame on
I’m so hot like a nice bon bon
Drunk driver dancing on the White House lawn
Spawn on your eggs then they go up the river
Willy Wonka Tonka trucks sucked up the Big Dipper
Fucked up your liver with the ism
Too much cents to be worried about wisdom
Yellow belly lizard with the scissor to my cerebellum
Tell em Darko sent ya to the Dr Honeydew melon
Felony drug arrest we could skip the wedding
Have a nice dream eating ice cream while the world’s ending

Chocolate sundaes
Manic Mondays
Ruby Tuesdays
Wu Tang Wednesdays
Pregnant on a Thursday
Finally it’s Friday
I did it my way
Selling ice cream down the highway
Rolling skating Saturdays

You’re just the freak of the week
Flavor of the month
I’m the man of the year, I don’t smoke no skunk
Rolling 5 deep, subwoofers in the trunk
And all we want is to get over the hump
It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
Burt Bacharach in the back with the Mac y’all

Fuck Barry Manilow
Break beats blaring out the stereo
Disco rhythm hit em with the sprinkler system
Mission’s improbable going against the grain obstacle
And popsicle stick MC’s can’t picture that
I came to bring the fiction back
Fade to black
Dark side of the Milky Way
Sith Lord’s swing swords 6 million ways
Sitting sideways silky smooth like Illa J
February 7th that’s Dilla Day
Donut on the milkshake straw, I got the gull
Paul Revere in the tape reverse
Darko kill the blues like I hate the Smurf’s
Take those jerks and put em in a line
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9
Rappers doing calculus
Trying to be John Malkovich
Looking for the Alchemist
Grew a falcon on my wrist
Shiny and gold to keep the Heineken cold
Blood sucker act like you know

Chocolate sundaes
Manic Mondays
Ruby Tuesdays
Wu Tang Wednesdays
Pregnant on a Thursday
Finally it’s Friday
I did it my way
Selling ice cream down the highway
Rolling skating Saturdays

You’re just the freak of the week
Flavor of the month
I’m the man of the year, I don’t smoke no skunk
Rolling 5 deep, subwoofers in the trunk
And all we want is to get over the hump
It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
Burt Bacharach in the back with the Mac y’all