"oh no, it's them two shit talking thin pricks.
the sebutones, they're freakier than wild animals in skin flicks.
with their platform shoes and they also have gold teeth,
the battle-axe styles, the calculator motif.
the cadillacs with backwards hats, they can't be nice,
in fact, i heard that buck 65 might even be the anti-christ.
and sixtoo, he practices witchcraft, collects crystals,
and back in the early 70s, was in the sex pistols,
but they kicked him out 'cause he was always buggin' and dissin',
and sid caught him with that nancy girl, huggin' and kissin',
and holdin' hands in the rain, and doin' shows with poison,
sold cans at the merchandise counter and everything."
the dj runs around tellin' people that i'm sinister,
and wishes that darth vader was the prime minister,
and i even heard that one of them can't wait until the day the world ends,
and until then, his hobby's gonna be stealing people's girlfriends.
and he said he wasn't kiddin', he's got a dozen styles of rhymin',
and keeps another dozen hidden.
they throw fruit and vegetables around so dodge the lemons
and hot peppers 'cause one throws harder than roger clemens.
i think they might be from the future,
got a casual collection of styles like new prada.
and offer us a choice of season,
daytime or evening wear. please listen to the voice of reason."