Ya Bad Chubbs (with Hitman Howie Tee)

This is an introduction

With music that just be pumpin'

While hits just be dippin'

The intention is for humpin' the floor

Shinin' the wood with your jeans

Is it denim?

Don't worry it's hip-hop, don't hem 'em

Money earnin' concernin'

I'll be teachin' and learnin'

Gettin' high from my rhymes and my looks

Not from bourbon

No solution, no remedy

No cure like a deodorant

Yo, you have to be sure

That if you talk up and walk up into my face

That you wouldn't become a big public disgrace

Cause I'll ban you

Burn you up and tan you

Treat you like the elephant

And man you will be hocked and locked in a jar with a lid

Hangin' on the wall of Michael Jackson's crib

Cause I'm bad

In fact I'm a thriller

I drink milk

That's why I'm a top biller

Like a funeral home, I'll make a killing

I'm not Giz even though I'm still chillin'

Guys say that I'm scary, girls say that I'm cuddly

Rough like bark, but dark and lovely

This ain't no game and I'm no toy

And like Anita Baker, I'll bring you joy

With my word when I open my mouth

Skidaddle up north, to go and break south

A homo is a no-no but you know I'd smack a faggot

Boy, you gotta see me, I'm rich like Jimmy Swaggart

I'm a loon, and you know comin' soon

A rhyme kicked to this Popeye tune

This is hip-hop with a little be-bop

And I won't flop cause I can't stop

I will mop up the slop and then go to the top

I am not Robo-Cop, I'm Chubb Rock

I'm Chubb Rock risin', and I'll break your leg

And I'm more than a 40 ouncer, more like a keg

And I'm the big dipper, rapin' like Jack the Ripper

And if you want the proof, the proof is in my liquor

So you knew it and you blew it, let's get to it

Gonna run you over with a rhyme just like a big Buick

And since you think you're slender, slap you with a fender

Bind you up, grind you up, grind you up in a blender

And then I'll serve you with coffee and cake

Oh damn, I shoulda had a V-8, oh well

I'll put you on a plate so it looks a little neater

You're a tramp so I'll sprinkle salt and pepper

Paprika on your face like mace

So you can taste immediately

Just like the paste that went up your nose previously

So it seems you're too zooted to battle

What up chump, acne bump, skedaddle

You're a nine, I'm a ten, victory was mine again

This Bud's for me, so here, take your Heineken

With your self-esteem you will never redeem

Like Martin Luther King, you have a dream

That maybe you will beat me, maybe defeat me

But you're too illiterate, so I won't consider it

Weak is the word and the rhyme is identical

This is not the Late Show and I'm not Arsenio Hall

But quite tall with the gall

And I have magic, I can play ball

And guys won't boo this, girls will just screw this

It's ludicrous but we can do this

Cause you're new to this, Buddhist

I'm so smooth that I'm the smoothest

I'm not handsome, but I am the cutest

You ever had, that's why you're so glad

That I'm so good, I'm bad