I don't want nobody but you,
The E -Triple is a sick crapper
I'm a flip fast and bitch slapper,
Step to this, I'll make your brain stop
Tryin' to battle's like tryin' to
light a candle with a raindrop
you had to stage laminate
After the show, you let me know
you was a great fan of me
The music that the E makes, it creates
out of three crates and feel great
But if you wanna rush the place
I'll fart in my hand and touch your face
I never need another booze to elevate
make the channel 7 news an d celebrate
My cerebellum rakes atoms
My brain patterns came from the same
strange chasm that made Saturn
So don't doze on the shit I compose
Cause I was digging for records
while you was digging in your nose
So if you wanna brawl and beef,
I meet jerks with a missile,
you'll work into a shit pile
daddy'll get slain by a Dismaster,
so Ixnay on the chit -chatter
that I'm an addict for the mic,
cause I keep running back to rip
So I was saying I'm a fiend
We wanna collaborate if you can imagine a way
of lacerating the rhythm with fixing a fatter plate
I'm rotating on a Tech 12 platform,
I excel at warp speeds and jaws bleed
I force feed across breeds of thoughts
and leave a weasel easily defeated
Don't take it short like a dumb midget,
so get a motherfucking 9 to 5
I'll send your ass in a cubicle fast,
or any other slave driven environment
My name's written on every appliance
But it's not the determinant factor
Your as s crack will catch
when I'm burnin' an actor
I ate a lot of grilled cheeses
But nowadays to hold the mic's
So behold the might of a poltergeist
It's me, Don, not the Smothers Brothers
And if the microphone was heroin,
I'd be a dead motherf***er
I tried to leave the mic alone,
but yo, I can't hold it back
I don't got it like you do
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