The Dozens

[Intro] Yo, Professor Puff'n'stuff Hit me with some beatbox [Trash Talk] Ah, yah. That's right. This one's for all the naysayers and dreamslayers who told the Hawkman it couldn't be done. Listen up [Verse 1] Your Momma is so fat, she's got a trash bag for a sock She's so hairy, she looks like she's got Don King in a headlock Your Momma is so ugly that her dog won't give her fleas You could stick her face in dough and make monster cookies Your momma's so damn big, her ass affects the tide She's so huge that on their honeymoon, your Dad hired a guide Your momma's so damn poor, she can't even afford lice Yo, the bitch got married 'cuz she needed rice [Trash Talk] Ha, ha, ha. That's right. I'm talking about your damn Momma. She's such a skank the other night I had to park my dick on her ass and wait an hour to get in. Yo, check this out [Verse 2] Your momma is so skank she's like hot ass on a cold day She's so poor that at McDonald's, she puts food on layaway Your momma is like lettuce, a quarter a head When I said "Act your age" the bitch dropped dead Your momma's so fat, when she hauls ass it takes two trips Someone tried to kiss her, but he couldn't find her lips Your momma's so damn ugly, Michael Jackson wants her bones She's such a fucking skank, she'll give you V.D. through the phone [Trash Talk] Ha, ha, ha. That's right. What you got to say about it, bitch?