Now lace up, tape up, lace up, tape up
Now bob and weave now bob and weave now bob and weave now bob and weave now ba- ba- ba- ba- ba- ba- ba-

I'm simonized with the flawlessness.
I got a lion sized jaw that'll maul
all you pine box colonists.
I'm getting reeeaaalll acquainted
with the anachronistic rhetoric
you project with feckless mechanistics.
The Risky Mystic is tickling the plastic
with a drastic science
that's reliant on bionics or something.
His gumption is undeniably scrumptious.
Much better than any pungent, unctuous others' functions.
Guess what, I gotta big sack of dynamite.
There's no telling what it's gonna be like,
I might bide my time for the sake of your pride
but the prime design assigns my stride
to break the ribbon at the finish line.
It's a given that I'm living like Prometheus
at any given time. I distinctly deliver the fire.
They called me sire in my past life.
If I'm a liar then try and prove it otherwise,
I'm practically notarized. It's official.
My pivotal spittle will whittle you down into the void.
Big Sir, I'll burn you like the city of Troy.

Now give a shit for your boy!
Now give a shit for your boy!
Big Sir, I'll burn you like the city of Troy.
Now give a shit for your boy!
Now give a shit for your boy!
Lace up... Tape up...
Lace up... Tape up...
Now, BOB and WEAVE...

Whoo! Another proud moment,
when my pugnacious side
becomes a vital component.
Man, I'm on it. Bad Dog, setting his traps.
My synapses are snapping rapidly back at this bomb track.
On and on, making hay out of the inadequate
pitter-patter chatter to emanate from the peanut gallery.
Hourly aiming at John Salley salaries
with rad ass mastery and the baddest self flattery.
I charged my battery with sparks from the big bang.
Since that happened my status remains unchanged:
The most articulate, sophisticated resonating
input to ever exist... and he's so specific with his gifts.
I'm speaking strictly with implicit privileges,
living brilliance, investment that gives big dividends.
A bit of a legendary figure. Eagerly earning my keep
at the utter most peak. My talent is my talons,
I'm a falcon sizing up the beat.
I'll snatch ya... Grab ya.
Fly you up my tree and I'll feed you to my young seeds.
Impeccable pedigree. Unequivocal to the Nth degree
and it's as easy as it seems for me.
It's been done so many times, I hardly know what it means...
It's been done so many times, I hardly know what it means...
It's been done so many times, I hardly know what it means.....

Now give a shit for your boy!
Now give a shit for your boy!
Big Sir, I'll burn you like the city of Troy.
Now give a shit for your boy!
Now give a shit for your boy!
Lace up... Tape up...
Lace up... Tape up...