High Ranking - Timbo King, R.A. The Rugged Man

You that type of rapper that’ll wear his doo rag tight

And if the shoe fits wear it homie, sky blue Nikes

I beat the dude out you, then have my crew stomp the food out you

Heart transplant, with my hands take immunes out you

Laughin' at your garbage ass and throw you in a garbage can

I break your mic, fist fight, this God-body Israelite

You know your lessons 1 through 40, still in the 40−40

Poppa Wu, pride and glory, got the hood riding for me

GMC, TMZ, I don’t know if it’s he or she

Movin' like a transvest, it must be in your ancest'

Assets, liquidate, math-head, this is weight

Blood type, I know your trait, snitching, First 48

Got you on confession tape, affidavit, got it dated

Lame loser, name user, love get the pain bruiser

Spray ‘em with the brain remover, dog food, Eukanuba

Larry Hoover, Cooper shooter, stash it with the building super

Yo Your mother got a rubber neck, your pops lost his social check

Snack jokes, cock-um-roach, bitch nigga rocking coach

High ranking bumbaclot Ras ho, who’s ya fakin

Uncle is your father’s daughter, toilet bowl is out of water

High ranking

Your daddy crack-pipe smoking, your wifey elbows are ashy, they need lotion

Your baby-momma sniffing coke and you fucking AIDS bitches with a broken Trojan

You zone-coasting, you a lightweight, you weigh about a buck-10

With your clothes on soaking, eating pretzels with Bush choking

These bullshit rap groups, they cornier than black comedians

Dressing like females, doing movies in fat suits

Your aunt bigfoot, goonie goo goo, falling down a flight of stairs

You got the dragon, your breath give the cavity creeps nightmares

In prison you a rape victim, Al Jolson «Heaven On A Mule,» mammy singing

Front teeth missing, get stomped out and your brain kicked in

I’m nitroglycerin you pig-licking, and stinking like chitlin

You a new jack, you the baby that Biggie Smalls was smackin' at the christenin'

Your bitch grill look like she got karate-chopped by Sonny Chiba

Your momma so fat and old she use a VCR for a beeper

Your grandmamma penny-pinchin' hagglin'

Your granddaddy backwards alligator wrastlin'

Your glasses nerdier than Roger from What’s Happening?

Your demeanor make RuPaul look masculine

I’m in Europe, you’re at the corner store, that’s your idea of travelin'

Put you in the corner with a dunce cap

Your breath stankin', cut you with a shank an' you sank and your kids are

starving

You broke, ain’t got no money in the bank, and Timbo tell ‘em we high ranking

You that rapper in that boolay movie, playing with his booty cootie

Ducking from the jury duty, niggas call you foofie foofie

Breath smell like twilight zone, do do DO DO do do DO DO

Shit face, out-of-shape, pop eyes, wide awake

Midget hands, chicken fingers, linger with them dingy niggas

Background singer-speakers, run-down Louie sneakers

Ankle boy, tinker bell, sister steal Jheri curl

Dill pickle, bi-cycle, ring-worn in your perm

Sherm head, missing tooth, no-frill gizzard soup

Full breed, knock kneed, house smell like Aki