fuck this sage francis faggot shitnIs this hip hop or a starbucks coffee shopnthis is xaul zan, I'll show you how I do it in my neck of the woodsnnIt's like...nYou don't have to write a poemnI guess I just hate MCs who act like they're groggynGrab the microphonenAnd resuscitate the life of the partynI got a right to be cockynThe girlies want me badnThrow my blows and hockey dads give me herpesnI'll be madnYou turkeys lolly-gag, emitting the worst stenchnI got your mommy gaggednAnd she's sitting on my workbenchnHanded her a wrenchnI let her work my nuts a bitnTo have her thirst quenchednYeah I let her take another sipnFor the fuck of it I freaked the funk on 45snSilly suckers think I'll sit just listening to all their jivenI'm the sort of guy to cook your family fix for dinnernI'll make your daughter cry when she wakes up nWith some fingers in hernListen to lynyrd skinnernI'll sell your pretty heartnNow let's tittyfuck while I get naked like iggy popnShe sees my mini-cocknShe wants no small mannRunnin around the city block, yellin out...nIt's Xaul Zan!nI sip from a tall can and take big gulpsnThe dodgeball champ, I'm the reason why your kid sulksnFeeding the shit out adultsnRipping the deeds to your housenAnd I'ma fuck you in your face till you bleed out your mouthnSmooth, not what I amnRough....Xaul ZannSmooth, not what I amnRough....Xaul Zan