The Dozens

Intro
 Yo, Professor Puff'n'stuff.
 Hit me with some beatbox
 Trash Talk
 Ah, yah. That's right.
 This one's for all the naysayers
 and dreamslayers
 who told the Hawk-man it couldn't be done.
 Listen up.
 Verse 1
 Your Momma is so fat, she's got a trash bag for a sock
 She's so hairy, she looks like she's got Don King in a headlock
 Your Momma is so ugly that her dog won't give her fleas
 You could stick her face in dough and make monster cookies
 Your momma's so damn big, her ass affects the tide
 She's so huge that on their honeymoon, your Dad hired a guide
 Your momma's so damn poor, she can't even afford lice
 Yo, the bitch got married 'cuz she needed rice
 Trash Talk
 Ha, ha, ha. That's right.
 I'm talking about your damn Momma
 She's such a skank the other night
 I had to park my dick on her ass
 and wait an hour to get in.
 Yo, check this out.
 Verse 2
 Your momma is so skank she's like hot ass on a cold day
 She's so poor that at McDonald's, she puts food on layaway
 Your momma is like lettuce, a quarter a head
 When I said "Act your age" the bitch dropped dead
 Your momma's so fat, when she hauls ass it takes two trips
 Someone tried to kiss her, but he couldn't find her lips
 Your momma's so damn ugly, Michael Jackson wants her bones
 She's such a fucking skank, she'll give you V.D. through the phone
 Trash Talk
 Ha, ha, ha. That's right.
 What you got to say about it, bitch?