I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god, all the people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing all around the track call me Nascar, Nascar Hey fab, I'ma k!11 you, lyrics coming at you at supersonic speeds (jj fad) I suma lumma duma lamaa, you assuming I'm a human what I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman innovative and made of rubber so anything you say is ricocheting offa me and it'll glue to you I'm never stating, never more than demonstrating
