Lyrics
1, 2, 3… uhh….
MC KOOL FATS,
Professor X-Axis,
Comin’ atcha with a new jam,
You can’t handle this,
A collaboration of sorts,
It’s gonna make you scream and make you wanna
Soil your shorts,
But please hold yourself back,
And pull your pants down so we can see your buttcrack,
Booties in the morning,
Booties in the night,
Booties falling from the sky
To your left and to your right,
Thick as they wanna be,
They’re always chasin’ after me,
I get so scared, I scream, I hope I don’t…
P to the R to the O to the F,
X-Ax-Iz in the house, purveyor of common sense,
Back up yo’ big booty,
I wanna measure the circumference,
Pi R squared!
No, pi are round.
2 pi R!
2 pi R fucking tasty.
No, seriously…
Pi R Squared,
Is the formula I use,
Booty so thick it’s in the papers, in the news,
Shut your yappin’ mouth,
Turn around to the south,
Bend on over and your thick buttcheeks out
You got a booty like a Hardee’s Burger, girl,
Thick!
You got a booty like a milkshake girl,
THICK!
You got a booty like quicksand, girl,
Thick!
You got a booty like a dense fog, girl,
DENSE,
You got a booty like a vat of pudding, girl,
Thick!
You got a booty like Hulk Hogan’s neck, girl,
Thick
You got a booty like a brick wall, girl,
BRICK
You got a booty like wet cement…
Grey.
1, 2, 3, HIT IT
Hit that booty with a tire iron,
Smack that thick shit
hard and watch it wiggle jiggle for a year,
Get in a spaceship, fly into the stars,
And feel the booty vibrations in the stratosphere,
Dance to the beat in your astronaut suit,
Get down like a funky SIR ISSAC NEWT…
On,
Got the thick booty turnin’ us on,
Spanking that shit’s our number one mission,
Got my hand at the ready,
And I’m gettin’ it steady,
Gonna spank yo’ big booty,
I’m grinning already
In wide-eyed anticipation,
Masturbation,
Just can’t compare,
I wanna make a sailboat out of your underwear
What?
I wanna make a fortress out of your underwear,
What?
I wanna make an intergalactic portal out of your underwear.
(chorus)
You better shade above the line,
Cause I’m greater than you,
I’m almost done with the test,
While you’re on problem 2,
I read life like a textbook,
With the answers in the back,
And if God assigns me Evens,
I still don’t get no flak.
All you calculata hatas,
Ain’t got nothin’ on me,
I’m spittin’ all the way to Washington DC,
Your booty’s so thick it must be 4 squared inches wide,
But we all know ASS stands for ANGLE SIDE SIDE,
Each cheek is perfectly congruent,
In booties I am fluent,
You want help on your homework? HELL NO,
Just go and do it.
X-Ax-Iz layin’ down mathematical beats,
You’re wearing bowling shoes,
While my mind has cleats,
I my tec square root of 81 and my gat,
Now here’s a message from my homie KOOL FATS,
Don’t do drugs, kids,
Stay in school,
Don’t drool on your teachers,
Or you won’t be cool,
Drooling on your teachers ain’t cool, y’all.
You know what else ain’t cool?
Vehicular homicide.
Yo, check it out.
