Uh, yo I go next, put your quarter up

For bets, put your daughter up

MF is sure to corrupt

Not to be confused with the fake ?fly raw sound?

Still the one who used to take your high score down

With more rhymes and germs to spit, more carry

As I fly through the air like Pitfall Harry

Shit y'al fairies take a loss like Swolodon

This goes out to man, woman, and child from Robotron

Before the end, I save the world like the Fiddler

It's no for curling up to Hurl for my bender

Like back when you last five member went to ween

More likely on like twenty rounds of Centipede

If it go fast or slow, no mattering

The flow down pat like the whole Acro pattern

Those need to learn the technique, take heed note

And switch like Spy Hunter when he *psst* to the speedboat