"Sassy mo frassy" is Dartmouth for "pretty" or "attractive"
(like lots of Dartmouth slang, it's possible that no more than three people EVER said this)
I'm a rock group, semiprecious Stones that Roll
With no moss on my vicious microphone control
You don't know me though, since going to school
I'm the only soul that ain't no-one's fool
Listen, homie loc, it's a smorgasbord
Since they thrown me out, going door-to-door
Romeo sort of scored in the sport of war
Against the king of kings, I got a ring that blings, like
Na na na na na na na na na na na Batman!
Na, na na na na na na na Batman!
Batman, na na na na na na na Batman!
Girls in Japan is the sassy mo frassy
(Utsukushi! Sugoi!) It's like "Atashi mo, papi!"
Happy to rap with the fire brigade
Tiger stripe, Gatorade, gay pride parade!
We ride for days and days and days and
Days and days and days and days and days and
It stays amazing! Internat combustion!
Hardcore credit card criminal suction!
The seminal something-something, you know the debt load
Stayed up late, 'til I straight up explode
On the west coast, boys. Impressed? No!?
That's it, I'm serving poison pesto
Noise in escrow - legal term politickin'
Strange, perverted wordsmith solid citizen kane
(this shit is insane)
Don't laugh at me, Cassidy, hop along
You can treat the doctor wrong, but not for long
I wrote lots of songs, some of them had cursing
You know what that means, I'm a bad person!
THUG, rolling up in a Persian rug.
Nine finger fucker, dispersing drugs
Hated worse than hugs at a junior high school dance
Hello, my name is - Jesse Dangerous!
Prick your fingers for the rich and famous!
Individual bitch in the pictute's nameless!
Secular satanists! Vehicular payments!
Everybody loves me like Raymond
Chandler Bing Crosby Stills Nash and Young MC J and Kool G Rap
Rap, let's see how far I can kick it
I'll piss you off and get paid, like a parking ticket
In a darkened thicket, with the girl of my choice
I've got my head in my hands and my heart in my throat and the world in my voice
I'm in the kitchen with Dinah and circumstances is stressin'
You got a sister in China, now would you answer the question?
I've got an ounce of prevention, I'm gonna snap from the tension
I've got to find a profession, or at least some direction
I'm dictating convention while escaping detection
It's my stated position that constitutes a confession
At the roots of depression, there lies my true disposition
And plus my stab at expression of convoluted opinion
Another serf, surfing the web of my computer's dominion
I try to be clever and pleasant, but I'm forever a peasant
That's it, as in second class citizen
That's all that matters when you're north of West Madison.