The strobe light explodes white as I step on the floor
The barkeep knows the code so he throws me a Strohs

Weak MCs decompose 'cause they know I can flow
Like Wesell comma Zam through Coruscant corridors

Humidors filled with stoges filled with 'dro
Like 90210 is filled with the word bro

Fuck the lexicon of octagons, I'm all about go
These amateurs got catheters, I'm all about pros

I'm lit like a Branch Davidian
Or what's left of the lithium in Cobain's cranium

I fill Wembley Stadium
Once bitten, twice shy, call it "Pyromania"

When I roll up in Kashyyyk, I roll three Jedis deep
The fleet of peeps that I creep all got vests underneath

There's no need to believe in the heat that I keep
Or the swears that I *bleep* or the heiresses I freak

It's embarrassing to me, I'm like kerosene it seems
Or D-R-E-W B with incendiary schemes

Blowin' up, makin' cream
I am just like Howard Dean
When I scream, I get red, I get mean

Can't believe you be buying what I be shucking and jiving
Fuck it if I am the next big thing with promotional tie-ins

I am just a cartoon making rapper, you think that I'm lying
Everybody bust a move like it is that rave in Zion
-mc chris