It Ain't Nuttin'

It ain't nuttin' like
 Hip Hop music
 It ain't nuttin' like a fist full of cash or a bliss full of the hash
 That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
 From talking through your Walkman or at your disco bash
 Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin brown
 A metal face mask with a built in frown
 A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
 And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
 Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
 With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
 Or I'll break it down for the layman
 Bain De Soleil for that Saint Trope
 Daaaaamn
 A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
 Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
 Like a fool who stole pity y'all
 From tryna' go up against city hall titty bar
 The black mic is like a red violin
 Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
 Bloody rap game like Leviathan
 Leave a bad taste, killin' my high like Niacin
 Stop kiddin' middlemen need Ritalin
 Hit me with the full tin of gin and I'm a kid again
 Keep the bong lightin' straight through the song writin'
 The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin', that's inviting all
 To the reciting that's dope and raw
 Hoping all y'all come in peace and its open bar
 Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot
 By the end of the night spazz like Shazbot
 Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
 A ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein's money, funny
 How he rips the scripts with a straight face
 With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
 Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless
 With this food for thought sorta' like breakfast
 You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist
 Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
 Shit, that there, could go to help buildin' daycares
 Somebody say yeahh
 Pay ya fares, give the Herbalizers their shares
 And y'all could pay DOOM in beers. Cheers!