The Wiz

I’m the human beatbox and that’s no jive
Been comin’ to ya live since 1985
My looks are funny, I make a lotta money
And I happen to like my egg yolks runny
People say that I’m just too fly
I’ll steal ya girl and I’ll make ya cry
But on a serious note I get down to biz
Just as soon as I take that morning-wood wiz
I get around town and I’m known to many
If you like my style then it’s worth the penny
Back to basics, now I’m makin’ bass hits
You’re smilin’ like a fool for a while then your face gets
Dissed to the bone and alone I stand
In my B-Boy stance, microphone in hand
Now I’m in a band and the track is slammin’
When I was young, green eggs and ham and
All my life I had a dream
To cover my body in cold whipped cream
And have a supermodel lick me clean
And sell my soul and go mainstream

Lookin’ pretty for the teenage girls who adore
Got my picture on a poster on a bedroom door
Tourin’ malls across the US
I really wanna Spear Brittany so I shave my chest
Gettin’ dogged by friends that I thought was cool
Got booed off the stage of my old high school
What a fool, shoulda known better
Hate mail from my dad, wanna read the letter?
My ex-girl can’t forget her, put her on the spot
She had a thing for givin’ head and smokin’ all my pot!

Guess who just got back today?
It’s the drunken funky uncle that you thought was gay

In his cut off shorts and an old wife beater
With the stain down the front and his hands on his peter