Ya Bad Chubbs (With Hitman Howie Tee) (Feat. Hitman Howie Tee)

This is an introduction
With music that just be pumpin'
While hits just be dippin'
The intention is for humpin' the floor
Shinin' the wood with your jeans
Is it denim?

Don't worry it's hip-hop, don't hem 'em
Money earnin' concernin'
I'll be teachin' and learnin'
Gettin' high from my rhymes and my looks
Not from bourbon

No solution, no remedy
No cure like a deodorant
Yo, you have to be sure
That if you talk up and walk up into my face
That you wouldn't become a big public disgrace

Cause I'll ban you
Burn you up and tan you
Treat you like the elephant
And man you will be hocked and locked in a jar with a lid
Hangin' on the wall of Michael Jackson's crib

Cause I'm bad
In fact I'm a thriller
I drink milk
That's why I'm a top biller
Like a funeral home, I'll make a killing

I'm not Giz even though I'm still chillin'
Guys say that I'm scary, girls say that I'm cuddly
Rough like bark, but dark and lovely
This ain't no game and I'm no toy
And like Anita Baker, I'll bring you joy

With my word when I open my mouth
Skidaddle up north, to go and break south
A homo is a no-no but you know I'd smack a faggot
Boy, you gotta see me, I'm rich like Jimmy Swaggart

I'm a loon, and you know comin' soon
A rhyme kicked to this Popeye tune
This is hip-hop with a little be-bop
And I won't flop cause I can't stop
I will mop up the slop and then go to the top

I am not Robo-Cop, I'm Chubb Rock
I'm Chubb Rock risin', and I'll break your leg
And I'm more than a 40 ouncer, more like a keg
And I'm the big dipper, rapin' like Jack the Ripper

And if you want the proof, the proof is in my liquor
So you knew it and you blew it, let's get to it
Gonna run you over with a rhyme just like a big Buick
And since you think you're slender, slap you with a fender

Bind you up, grind you up, grind you up in a blender
And then I'll serve you with coffee and cake
Oh damn, I shoulda had a V-8, oh well
I'll put you on a plate so it looks a little neater

You're a tramp so I'll sprinkle salt and pepper
Paprika on your face like mace
So you can taste immediately
Just like the paste that went up your nose previously

So it seems you're too zooted to battle
What up chump, acne bump, skedaddle
You're a nine, I'm a ten, victory was mine again
This Bud's for me, so here, take your Heineken

With your self-esteem you will never redeem
Like Martin Luther King, you have a dream
That maybe you will beat me, maybe defeat me
But you're too illiterate, so I won't consider it
Weak is the word and the rhyme is identical

This is not the Late Show and I'm not Arsenio Hall
But quite tall with the gall
And I have magic, I can play ball
And guys won't boo this, girls will just screw this
It's ludicrous but we can do this

Cause you're new to this, Buddhist
I'm so smooth that I'm the smoothest
I'm not handsome, but I am the cutest
You ever had, that's why you're so glad
That I'm so good, I'm bad