I be the G and the plan is to slam, damn
That I can, biff bam, Batman, Robin steady mobbin' c'mon
G be the man, slammin, you say psalms with your moms
And you home playing Backgammon
Mom left me dressed up but messed up
With my hair combed nicely, but I was shiesty
At any given time there might be liquor in my ice tea
Always yelling in my ear "Drugious, play nicely"
Now I'm on the mic see, my mental style wild child
To the file, I'll spit the vile in the pile
That'll make the girls smile, make a German Seig Heil
Unlike Spark Lyle, I'll be here for a while
People want to know, yo, how'd you get so loco?
Head want to know who to thank for my flow, son
I'm saying "Oh, can't be quite sure"
Link with my shrink 'cause I think she know who knows
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Thanks, thanks for the anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Thanks, thanks for the anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Anal thermometer
I be the illest, microphone ventriloquist
Brothers say he real with this
Got the feel for this (Yeah, yeah)
Used to have a drug problem thinking
How am I going to pay for this?
But now the record company gets the bill, so I'm chill
Get my fill, getting ill, with the pill or the swill
Every brain cell I kill, I regenerate a mill
What the deal yo, with the way I feel so much stress?
(Why?) Cos it's my sperm on Monica's dress
I confess, more or less, that the west is the best
Ain't that right, Ry (Sike!) Both coasts what I like
When I was younger and in school
The teachers grabbed my pad and pen
"He's insane, he's a fool!"
Said, "You better try again"
Now you take all of the teachers from
Kindergarten to the twelfth grade that I ever had ever
Put them in a room, empty your pockets, you may be clever
But I'm making more than all ya'll teachers put together
On stage, all the girlies' nipples in the crowd got check
(Woo hah) Got you all erect
And when they asking the G how'd you get so twisted
I twitch but I'm calm, don't ask me, ask my mom!
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Thanks, thanks for the anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Thanks, thanks for the anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Anal thermometer
The scent of Vaseline, it'll make me scream
Like I'm in a bad dream like a fiend screen scene
With the theme from Halloween, know what I mean
Mr. Clean seems to gleam
'Til he ream then his misdemean my spleen
Causing my rage to beam, lyrical machine
A white Rakim, so don't tell me to go to hell
Chi-double-L tha's be the way to Quell
My uncertainty, not by hurting me, hell
You don't gotta stick no nothing all up in my butt
To find out how I feel, girl, just say yo what's up
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Thanks, thanks for the anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Thanks, thanks for the anal thermometer
Hey mom, hey mom, hey mom, hey mom
Anal thermometer
Don't tell me you love me
Then bend me and fuck me
Don't bend me and fuck me
Then tell me that you love me true
Don't tell me you love me
Then bend me and fuck me
Don't bend me and fuck me
Then tell me that you love me true