When it's not knee deep in pork
Don't need no permission to start
Rip apart every synapse and spark
'Til you're clutchin' your heart
And wear my shades when it's dark
You'll get Dizzy G Cheeks
With a mouth full of fart
I'm Slaughter comma Sarge
Ballin' like stalin' from USSR
Yo DJ, take 'em to the part
Where I turn rap into art
I ain't gonna fuckin' spell it
And then I fuckin' yell it
Equatorial insect repellent
The like's of which you never delt with