Cheezit Terrorist - Blackalicious

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper that's wack 
as a matter of fact, I smack a back of the style, jackets are now 
mellow minced, defeatin the mental 
And become Gentle as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble 
and bend like a pencil 
The only utensil I got, is brain power 
And you know it's essential I rock, I rain showers 
sleet snow and raise hella eyebrows with my styles 
You're wondering how wild 
When what where, made ladies so horny 
they can't even be showin they butt bare 
Look up there, beside the birds the planets the hawk 
the rappers who talk the mo' shit 
I'm makin em walk the plank they stank I'm takin they rank 
they tossed tiddlewinks I'm playin em like that game 
I'm gunnin and rackin and packin em up 
and I'm runnin this here rap thang 
Main, you wanna go to war, I'll take you 
I physically break you, when I break through 
I'm makin you fake crew, you made a mistake fool 
I hate you MC's, I'll grate you like cheese 
I may choose to squeeze, my pencil 
And write out a couple of rhymes 
Whooooaaaa, whooa my goodness!!! 
Are we slaughterin, is this just slaughter MC night? 
Or somethin man, what is this? 
Is this all the aggression you ever had? 
How many MC's must get ripped, before By says don't flip with the Gift 
You know? That's what I'm talkin bout 
How many MC's must get dismissed 
Before somebody says, don't trip with the Gift 
*laughter* 
You know, it's all good 
KP and SloganMasters in the house, the Cheezit Terrorist 
And we chillin at 90.3 we got thirteen minutes left 
And then we got Brenda Short, and her records