let's spill some couplets and fahshiggarizzadoink all up in this spot, shall we? yes, let's (get fucking ridiculous).

a sunny day in front of the liquor sto'
liquor store ballerz chatting up the liquor store hoez
these busterz roll in with some shit to say
they tried to suggest that we're gay
we messed with their hatz
in their eyez we spat (stfu, n00b!)
beat on the brat wit' a baseball bat
why?� why?� why?
fuck fair fighting!!
fuck fair fighting!!

up in tha club, dancing wit' some sluttt
this punk comes along, grabbbing on her buttt
looks like what's-his-face from the funky bunxch
it doesn't save him from gettin' a sucker punxch
we like hair-pulling, kicking, scratching, and biting
even more than we like that pastel miami vice lighting
hey, your shoelace is untied...
what?� what?� what?
fuck fair fighting!!
fuck fair fighting!!

my boxing glove is stuffed with a brick
they said "not below the belt" but i hit 'em in the dick
feel me, i brang a bazooka to a fencing match
yeaaaaah... i broughted a pit bull to a cockfight
i put on a joy buzzer before arm wrestling (awww, that's sick!)
i pressed up up down down left right left right B A
to get thirty extra lives in contra
(yeah, you know how we do it)
how?� how?� how?
fuck fair fighting!!
fuck fair fighting!!