[Intro: D]
The good old rapper,
with his funny strive,
His name's Mac Lethal.
Foolish pride.

[Verse 1: D]
He has an album of his own,
All the records that he owns,
He raps all of the songs alone,
Even challenges them along.
The rapper.

[Chorus: Mac]
What you know about my rap music,
Is what you know about the beat that's sick.
Get the math,
Get the work,
Get to home,
Get to work.

[Bridge: Mac and D]
From Kansas, you see this record
has my face on it.
Maybe you should see me on the show.
You see, Mac Lethal,
pays all his dues.
And the songs he does,
He will give to you.

[Sick Beats/Instrumental]

[Verse 2: D]
We know he wants to sing along,
To some of his little songs.
He raps beats like a tiny bomb,
Time wouldn't think to treat him wrong.
No, it wouldn't.

[Chorus: Mac]
What you know about the vowel sounds,
Is what you know about the cheese that's round.
Catch the pancake,
Catch the sausage,
Catch the popcorn,
Catch the ledge.

[Bridge: Mac]
From Kansas, you see my city is
in my house.
Where the walls look quiet as a mouse.

[Outro: D]
Join if you're legal, rap with Mac Lethal.
He plays all your songs, don't get us wrong,
He'll rap until he can give you another song.