When He Comes On

'.. doesn't sound good to me'
[Pudgee]
Mother************* the bull*************t ! Hello, heidi ho, where's my intro
To this show, and you know the *************t is ****
I'm all that, no, your mind ain't playin tricks
But I think you suck like a (whore) does to *************s
Talk good game, but you ain't no lover
Last you ************* you had is when you slid out your mother
You know I was hep to the ************* t from the get-go
Come off like the clothes of a ho in a strip, show
My oh my god DAMN I'm proud to say
Or like they say that every dog gotta have his day
Rest assured when the day arrives on this child
I'm kickin the gravy style, never the corny style
Nuff respect is what I'm gettin, give it to me
Even if you' re part of BBD you couldn't 'Do Me'
I play Marvin Gaye, 'What's Goin' On?' 'Let's Get it On'
Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on
[ Chorus]
C'mon mother******s c'mon (aww yeah!)
C'mon mother******s c'mon (here we go)
C 'mon mother******s c'mon (keep it up!)
C'mon mother******s c'mon (here we go)
[Pudgee]
Here comes the wickedest, with the wickedest style I'll be kickin it
I wear a size eleven you can guess where I'll be stickin it
Think with the heart, everything is all me
** ***********ttin on *************z as if they was Tawana Brawley
Who cares whether superstar or small name
Tramplin comp like a City College ball game
Scamp, get the upper hand, I'll be with it
Drivin 'em right off the edge like in Chappaquid*************
Without a second forthought, what I got to lose?
They'll find you deep in a river wearin cement shoes
Anyone gets out of hand I get drastic
How the *********** ** you wanna leave - a basket or casket?
************* the fact that they say I ain't - ************* t
Plus the fact that, they're really on my *************
I play Marvin Gaye, 'What's Goin' On?' 'Let's Get it On'
Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on
[Chorus]
[Pudgee]
If you ever feel that you're better then tell me
Come with the facts or get taxed just like Leona Helmsley
You mother******s should retire
There's nobody flyer, I set yo' ass on fire like Richard Pryor
No flaws, causin drama
And any-a test I'm sure to cut you up just like Jeffrey Dahmer
I won't be frontin I can't sing that's not my thing
************* with me I' ll beat yo' ass like Rodney King
I'm pullin tricks on the slick, *************t
I'm beatin ********* ****z on the daily routine like you beat your *************
Everywhere I'm seein smiles; you're lovin me now
'til things slow down and then you're on a different style
I don't know you we never hung out
But once I get paid up again you'll be actin like you're strung out
And bein life is a gamble, bet
I'ma be tellin yo' ass goodbye like Tevin Campbell
[Chorus x2.25]