[Intro: Scene from the movie Semi-Pro]
Lou Redwood: "I'm pretty sure that you called me a jive turkey."
Monix: "No, no, now, Lou. Nobody called anyone a 'JT'."
Lou Redwood: "Jive turkey is a little over the line, my man!"
Jackie Moon: Look, we're all here. We all heard what was said. We're in agreement. Cornelius, said, 'Cocksucker'. Right?"
Bobby Dee: "He just said you suck cock."
Monix: "That's all he said about you."
Jackie Moon: "Now come on, dig into that fondue, you little cocksucker."
(Cornelius, Monix, Bobby, Lou, and Jackie laugh in unison)
Lou Redwood: "We like playing games don't we?"
Jackie Moon: "We do. We're playing one right now."
Lou Redwood: "I'm gonna show you this game I learned while I was in fucking Nam."
(Everyone yells as Lou pulls out a gun)
[Great Dain]
Yo I do me, musically spit sick profusely
Leaving y'all with lucid dreams as I dab the loose leaf
Gifted lyrically, sick of all the tom foolery
It's all about the bankroll and the fucking jewelry
Yeah, you gotta get a damn clue
You're under my skin like a fricking tattoo
Yo fuck your rap dude, I run the damn booth
It's the truth kids, my rhyme's fatter than fast food
Take a magic flight, got soul like I'm Gladys Knight
I'm cold as ice when I hold the mic
What a bonafide white kid, yo he tight when he write shit
Temp'll(?) get flipped like a lightswitch, I'm vibrant
Yeah, fuck your hype, bitch, I'm high like a kite is
Mr. Righteous, never stop like Pi, bitch
I keep it nerdy like a mathlete
In the lab like a lab geek, making mad beats
Yeah, I got a knack for this rap thing
You ain't a damn thing but a damn thing
Like a scientist, kinda nutty when I'm rhyming shit
Finalize the finalist, flyer than a pilot is
Fuck all your diamonds bitch, I rock fool's gold
Barking like Cujo, and jump through the loophole
High five, too slow, I rhyme too cold
Everyone but me is getting fucking bamboozled
[Hook]
Yeah, and Imma spit it til I'm done
One line, punchline, bang like a gun
To your brain with the madness, Dain with the tactics
Sick of the halfwits claiming they rap sick
X2
[Great Dain]
Truth, truth, truth, truth
Imma say what I'm thinking, getting funky in the booth
Dropping all that jive stuff, you know that my lines hot
You telling me I suck, but you got me on your iPod
And I'm a time bomb, set to blow up, and so what?
Great Dain always gave no fucks
I'm 'bout as whacky as a bowl cut
You really think I give a shit fi you feeling my flow, son?
Blow gun to your neck
I dislike a few jokes, but I show love to the rest
Rapping sick, leave the crowd in awe with my magic tricks
I don't need no practicing when half of y'all are passionless
Yeah, all you wanna hear is that camera click
Thinking you the shit when you walking out your mansion, bitch
I grab the pad and rip, make a jam and dance a bit
Spitting out the audio and breathing in the cannabis
Yeah I'm fabulous, and I'm copasetic
Don't be mad 'cause your flow's pathetic
And if I want something, yeah I'm 'bout to go in and get it
And if you think you're sick, bitch you better phone a medic
Lookit, my loop samples got you dudes baffled
A cool rascal, all I do is ramble
I'm mad hot and you can't stop or can't handle
The funk master, trunk blaster, Pass the skunk and jump backwards
[Hook]
Yeah, and Imma spit it til I'm done
One line, punchline, bang like a gun
To your brain with the madness, Dain with the tactics
Sick of the halfwits claiming they rap sick
X2
[Outro]
Lou Redwood: "Who's the jive turkey now?"
