"Hey Fuck You" Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book? Look give it back you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball You sold a few records but don't get slick 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits You've been in the game, your career is long But when you break it down you've only got 2 songs MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen And if you don't like then hey fuck you! I read about you up on page 6 They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed Now talk about your face now don't get pissed But I suggest you see a dermatologist I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex 'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch You're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!" I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit And if you don't like then hey fuck you! So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting In the animal kingdom they call it presenting With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel Kings County is my stomping ground The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown So don't ask me to wine and dine ya I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?" "You bet! I saw the way you mopped up those guys. If I could do that there wouldn't be a kid in town that could make me..." "Toby, listen to me. What you saw in there was a man being forced to go berzerk because there are parts of his body he wasn't born with" Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite With the Human Beatbox for the people's delight I run the three-legged race in a potato sack I put a whole potato salad right down your back I get mad respect at the old folk's home Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone Crank up the bass and redline the game You're like the Tidy Bowl man spinning down the drain 'Cause I'm a cyborg created to emcee We're gonna change our name to The Disco Three Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Update my firmware and I'm good to go I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger, Will Robinson!" Coming down the block and you're like "Oooo!" Bionic eye with the do-do-do-do-do-do.... I got my gear on like the Ear-ons The human switchboard and interferons We Jam On It like Newcleus I'm known on a roll like Caduceus Do androids dream of electric sheep? Well, either way you're going to sow just what you reap 'Cause I'm a replicant, not a skin-job Yo, HAL, open the fuckin' doors to the pod Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Ah! Ah! (Human Beatbox sample) Smooth like butter, pure like ghee Let me get up on the mic with the do-re-me My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi I'm profilin' a boulangerie Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga I got the sexy Dig Dug calendar Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice! Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings You want wildness, wild I bring My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em "Well Toby, still want to be bionic?" "What do you think you're doing in here you little agh..."