The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle

from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles

Comin from the maximum gain, the octane

that's on the radio it made me feel so low

It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison
I'm Nintendo 64 and you Mattel Intellivision

Bustin from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weight

This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougar