Yo Jeff, why don't you give me a hooper beat or something, something I can go to the park to. Yeah, there you go. Alright, I like that, I like that. Yeah, sound dope. What's that tech man? Hey yo, why you booger hooking like that? Yo, she boogers my neck. People walk around like yo they get charged, but I'm big like a gorilla. Six, seven, that's a log. I kick rhymes like Mudok Wong, dude. I smoke, smoke the mic, mic like Cheech and Chong, dude. You don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn. I know I got skills, man, I know I got skills, man. I know I got skills, man. The way I see it, if I was whack like you, I'd be mad at me. The way I hold it down, you'd swear my name was Gravity. Def Jeff with the one Def Jeffed up front, you know how to name the spell. I'm making it viral with Jack and your title fool, break yourself. Attack the track like Shaq on a waxboard. Come up with the hits and I'm coming down with the backboard. Don't fake the funk, just make the sound, something from the trunk. The reason your tech ain't in the deck is your hits go bonk. So get back, ain't no haps, kid, you ain't holding nothing. Keep sticking around, you can be down like you stole something. Sleep on me and then Shaq can jump your own head. Cause I know I got skills, man, I know I got skills, man. Aw, yeah. Yeah, y'all know nothing about this. That Shaq man in the arsenal. What's up like that? Double XL and the 9-0's, kid. Skills to make mils. Big up. Flava Unit, Funky Town Pro's. A fate who gave you launch. So check this out, Shaq man. We gon' let this beat play right up out here. Let the brothers and sisters know. Nah, nah, let me continue. I'ma be like D-Rock and see what's next on the menu. Mike Checker, the rim and ride wrecker. Rocks from here to Mecca. Boom, Shaq-a-lack-a-lack-a. I got a hand that'll rock your cradle. Cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagel. My Ford Explorer booming with the clunk of funk. All you jealous punks can't stop my dunks. The brand new like heavy, built like Chevy. Impala, yo, Shaq's a smooth baller. Yeah, but what about rhymes? I can hold my own. Knick-knack, shock attack, give a dog a bone. Rhyming is like pooping, I'm already a legend. Back in the days in the footstep section. Used to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby. Every once, every twice, three times a lady. It's what I listen to, riding with my moms. How you like me now? I drop bombs. When you see me, please dab my hands. I know I got skills, man, I know I got skills, man. I'd like to give a shout-out to my boy Uzi, Def Jeff, Lil Swanny, Meech, Ron Mack, my other cousin Ron. This is another ***-shot from the arsenal. And you know what? Booty rappers, stay booty. Ha, ha, ha. And we out. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Psych.