| Hold the presses, I’m ill like kids with polio |
| I look like the guy on the episode of that show ya know |
| Keeping up with me, because I play for keeps |
| I got my ink for free, my baby less than three |
| I get around, like virus in your inbox |
| Hot Latino blood like the runner of the White Sox |
| Like the Hitchhiker’s Guide, I got a heart of gold |
| But if ya think I’m mostly harmless then I’m ripping off your nose |
| I’m killing you with flows, like hurricane Katrina |
| Did he really say that shit? Yo I promise I didn’t mean to |
| But honestly, I couldn’t give two shits |
| You’re weak like Skee-Lo, he couldn’t make two hits |
| Throw your fits, like tossing Tony Little |
| I’m so low tech, my mic atop a CD spindle |
| Kissing and caressing on a girl who’s not a freak |
| I don’t get sleep, could write this album in a week |
| Go! |
| Don’t act like you don’t, because I know you know |
| Don’t act like you don’t, because I know you know |
| Don’t act like you don’t, because I know you know |
| I’m killing you with flows |
| I’m killing you with flows |
| They call me Beef Thom |
| Rock it with the lights on |
| Shake it like a pom-pom |
| This motherfucker’s awesome |
| I be the bestestist |
| See you can burn to this |
| And yo I never miss |
| So just throw up your fist |
| Staying Alive, like I’m the BGs or I’m GLaDOS |
| Hold the world inside my palm, rock a gauntlet like I’m Thanos |
| Like a clown on retainer, I’m always down to party |
| People scared when I roll into their town like Katamari |
| Come on baby, sorry. I didn’t know that you weren’t naughty |
| Make you feel like you’re in church. When it’s in you, you say Lordy! |
| Cause you’re horny like I’m horny. Don’t deny it. Don’t ignore me |
| Get you wet and light headed like it’s Sealab and you’re Stormy |
| But, um, maybe I should hit the brakes |
| I vomit Frosted Flakes, everything I spit is gggggreat! |
| Catch me in a circle like a dot, got my cootie shot |
| Like tectonic plates, I’ve been known to make your body rock |
| Corners asking whatcha got? Medicine and purple pot |
| Like Damien Hess yo, I’ve been known to Frontalot |
| Like carnies on strike, my flow is no fair |
| I’m not a daredevil, but the devil made me dare |
| Go! |
| Don’t act like you don’t, because I know you know |
| Don’t act like you don’t, because I know you know |
| Don’t act like you don’t, because I know you know |
| I’m killing you with flows |
| I’m killing you with flows |
| They call me Beef Thom |
| Rock it with the lights on |
| Shake it like a pom-pom |
| This motherfucker’s awesome |
| I be the bestestist |
| See you can burn to this |
| And yo I never miss |
| So just throw up your fist |