[Wiffle Bat]

(uh, give it up ya'll)

MrAdventure, I think you lost your dentures
Your rhymes are weak, just like your moms ass cheeks
You ain't a riot, you should go on a diet
You make children cry, now shut up and be quiet

The system of society needs variety
You can't feel mighty with your piety
The collapse of democracy with your hipocrisy
The lack of constituency, I think you crashed your economy

Donuts, cream pies, candy, toffee and ho-ho's
Im on a sugar high, now dance, mofo
I'll hit you like cyanide, with my pimped G-ride
Its suicide, infanticide, no even genocide

It doesnt matter, Its more fun making cakes and batter
Than to hear you monkeys chatter
Its making me madder, like the Mad Hatter
I have a migraine, my head's gonna splatter
From your neverending blabber, no manners
I'm going nanners, from your banter
You can't touch Wiffles the motha f*cking hamster

(rezpect dawg)