Ya Bad Chubbs

This is an introduction

Where music that just be pumpin'

While hits just be dippin', the intention is for humpin' the floor

Shinin' the wood with your jeans, if it's denim don't worry

It's hip hop, don't hem 'em, money earnin'

Concernin', I 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 hawked 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, ask Oliver North

To go and break south, a homo is a no-no but you know

I 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 bebop 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 RoboCop, I'm Chubb Rock

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

And I'm more than a 40 ounce, I'm 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 and you blew, let's get to it

Gonna run you over with a rhyme that's like a big Buick

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

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

And then I'll serve you with coffee and cake

Oh, damn, I shoulda had a V8, oh, well

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

You're a tramp so I sprinkle salt and pepper, paprika

On your face like Mace, so you can taste immediately

Just like the base that went up your nose previously

So it seems you're too zooted to battle, what up, chump?

Acne bump, skedaddle, you're a 9, I'm a 10

Victory was mine again, this Bud's for me so here, take a 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't 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

Brutus, I'm so smooth and 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