[Intro]
To the Batmobile, let's go

Yo', Manix man, I'mma take this one kinda slow, alright?

[Verse one]
Welcome to the Flipside
Hope he can swim, cause if he can't; he gonna drown on a whip tie
It's pourin', plus the old man ain't snorin'
Cause he gotta get up pretty damn early in the mornin'
Cause I'm slammin' like Basketball Jones
Swoopin'out thrones and nothing but the break bones
You suckas disgust me like low fat
Gimme a bat and I'll show you where your head at
Tryna hit the row when your paddles a little pache
I think you better stay home and eat your broccoli
Cause you still got a long ways to go
So you better step northeast cause you picked the wrong Joe
You ain't ready to throw with the mighty man
And don't forget about the rest of the band
So you better get used to the shrine
Cause I've been rappin' as long as I can write rhymes
These grandma hands make stuff like potery
To making too too many shots, you'd think it start an astrology
You wanted to live so tell about what you went through
You couldn't cut the mustard if I gave you a ginsu

[DJ Buttafingaz scratching]

[Verse two]
Quickly, step to the side cause I'm comin' through
You think you was lookin' to call me W or Double you?
So how could you think you outdid me
While I'm getting getaways quicker than a kidney
That was to a rabbit as sticky then you're a total pigeon
You know you couldn't even blow a rhyme in a circle
You little kiddies are getting a bit too frolocky
Throwing me lot more sorries than an apology
Pass me the chalk and the vite Court Plea
Let me give it the proper operation that it needs
So allow me to put a end-a-week melody
Need it for suckers like peanut butter and celary
Switch up the zone and put words that I kick with ease
And you with the face, not feel a pygmy
And Let her resent like Tia's mama
More tooth than a sharp pair of sheers
And given that, I couldn't throw up a chop suey
You remember the day you watched Wicca Pool
Then you'll know what it's like to take a nosedive
Beat by Phattest skinny kid alive!

[Break]
Alright, we're gonna break it down for a second, and I'mma catch my breath
And I'mma let Buttafingaz do off on a scratch for a minute
Dude Buttafingaz, when I give it to you; come up with that funkyassdiculous-dope scratch
Go for it

[Verse three]
Yeah, let me show you how the big boys play
Thinkin' 'bout us bust out the back girl on a Wednesday
While I grab the steel and put you through an ordeal
Some miracle 'fore me will feel whose more real
I'mma do best, mom. Look out for the plaque
Start flowin' so much, I'll be in need of a maxipad
It went so fast, my pen undelaney
Do so many torques, my song will be a felony
You ever get to know me, don't corrupt me
Well shit, that's what you get for being clumsy
Get more, steppin' up. Finger the compitition
I got more jerks in my basemint than you do in twitches
Hope you all get played out like Batman
Work like pay dirt and bust by the Fatman
And I take over like a doctor
Boy, I'm on 'em so fast, I swear they make me report this
Who gets whip cream and hard as a calis
That;s to all my lizards(?) He call me Mr.Matthers
With a Soul Intent for destruction
One more hit for the Downstairs Productions

[Outro]
The phattest skinny kid alive!x4