Bitchslap

[MC Hawking] Doomsday, bring the funk Oh yeah Yo Ah Check this shit out I roll straight pimping to the room of my lecture Prepared to enrapture students with a mixture Of hard-ass science and smooth-ass rhyme So fat you can't fit in my class sometimes I'm early, popping wheelies in the hall Showing off the hydraulics to the hotties enthralled With the Hawk, and yo who can blame them I only got one thing larger than my brainstem One asks, (How big are your rims?) The answer's in my lap, the girl hopped in I cruise down to my appointed destination Dropped the hottie in the front row, said "Be patient" Now I'm rolling the chair with the bass turned up See my bitch T.A. got my latte in a cup I'm like fuck, I said mocha only I'll smack you so hard your ghost will be lonely He says [MC Frontalot] No offense Doctor H but your keyboard challenges your dexterity And I think more challenging still would be your rising to the occasion Readying the back of your hand bent in swift administration [MC Hawking] Now I'm consumed with rage I say, I ought to bitchslap every last T.A He says [MC Frontalot] Yeah you should Wish you could But the arms you got don't extend that good [MC Hawking] I just smile as if all is forgiven But the glint in my eye betrays he is living On time that's borrowed that I'll soon collect When I teach a hard lesson in cause and effect Bitch thinks he's funny showing off for his peers He's a newbie T.A. who does not know the fear And respect that is due to the Hawk and his crew But he'll learn that and more by the time I'm through (Chorus) He'll get a bitch slap Oh snap Punk motherfucker ain't worth a cap And his ass flat Proved that No need for the gat or the baseball bat Just a bitch slap Oh snap Punk motherfucker ain't worth a cap And his ass flat Proved that How'd I ever get a bitch T.A. like that? Bitch slap Stayed up late that night yo very busy Got shizzy to dizzy-dazzle in the laboratizzy Servos, motors, chains and gears Mechanisms the purpose of which is unclear Got all I need - my brain and a screwdriver The Hawk rocks inventing, fuck MacGyver I got in mind a practical design For a device to help keep T.A.s in line Next day all is ready the punk is oblivious No concept of how doomed he already is Cup in hand again the wrong flavor I pause as he smirks, so as I can savor The moment then I say, bitch I said mocha Now you get a slapping T.A. said [MC Frontalot] No sir I don't believe that I'll receive one of those from you But if you posit otherwise let's see what you can do [MC Hawkimg] I was cool, made sure he understood Then hit the button labeled 'Extend That Good' With a whiz and a whir, unfolding from the chair Came the robot arm shooting up into the air Wound back with a click then aimed at the bitch Steel palm chrome knuckle on the back side switch It connected with the T.A.'s head, velocity high yo Kinetic transferred to his pie hole His head snapped back His neck went crack He stood for a moment then his legs went slack My other T.A.s who'd been grinning when he spoke Got a serious expression on their faces so I just rolled real slow on up to the lectern The lesson today, the Hawk can wreck your Whole shit so don't test Or I'll put you on the list to get bitch slapped next (Chorus) Bitch slap Ah yo MC Hawking kicking it with MC Frontalot Let this be a lesson to all you punk bitches out there The Hawk can wreck your -- shit, so don't test Aight we be -- Peace