Damn!
Whatchu know?
I gotta little funky on the literate flow,
and now these sucka MCs wanna suck on deez—(deez what?)
deez nuts if ya like it, unleaded if not—
(that's a hype fly rhyme for tha old-skool times—don't sweat it)

But yo check it:
I got a city that's yonic—it's a problem for you?
It's just I like the honeys much, so I had to chose it.
The palace o'fine—fine ladies?—naw, son—
Issa palace of boobs, if you c' hear it this time.

Yo, stop. (beat) I recognize—it's like this:
You got few words from the Anglo-Saxon—
Guess what cos, you oppressed my faction.
Back that up, that's enough redaction—
(jack up dat beat, E-Z-Money)
A couple centuries, we was down on our knees,
And since medieval times all my people get DOWN SIZED
So if you proud of ya beat lin-guist-ic learn-een
Drop to the floor for my ill re-turn-een:
Whass'at?
Two * thousand * four the * Anglo*Saxon
bound to get sliced like Michael Jackson
Step out, kids, with your Elvis sideburns, Kilt-dawg's here
and he's gonna get feisty;
Z-MONEEEEEEEEY?
(Whassup Kilt?)
Yo, gimme dem claws.
(Oh no!)
Oh Ho!
(Oh no!)
Oh Ho!
(Oh no!)
It's time! Time to bust a Grendel.

(please Kilty, don't hurt 'em)