You are my hard-knocking jam
That cranks up my crowned sound system
Make my engine run pristine
Supply your smooth-moving fuel
In my tank and never need to think
About running out of energy
Because you give me all the hotness
I need to breathe and breeze on cruise control
In your magical mantacular majesty

You are a matchless smashing rareness
Bursting with swagtabulous *** appeal
Extra smash hit litness that rips
And steals my steelo, makes me so
Bowled over by your ghetto hot sauce
I want to ball with your ardent cosmic aura
Holla at you, Poppa, fall under your thrall
And call you my number cruncher stunner

Hotter than Versace, talk and walk
Like an unparalleled sophisticated sensation
Slick with the lip spitting flow
So cold with the heavy-hitting smoke
You ***** my globe, you hold my soul hostage
In your hunky hot rock-solid crunkness