One two, one twoThe Diabolical's back againWith the Cutmaster Cool VAt the boards my man Paul SeaBut this goes out to my man Danny DanThe beat man that makes you understandHe want me to tell somethin bout this girl named KimI'ma do it like this(Verse One)Well it was one of those days when nothing's right with the worldI was half broke, bored, and fed up with my girlLookin for somethin to do but wonderin how longIt would take for the next thing to go wrongSo I decided to hang, go out and ease my mindI told myself you would never know what you might findI took a hot bubble bath, instead of a showerGot rid of "The Dragon," it took me a hourDecided on a sweatsuit, Gucci red and whiteSome rings and some ropes, and then I'm on for the nightThe Gucci sneakers some cologne, I think AramisI look in the mirror and said, "Biz you look - marvelous!"I jetted out the door, and hailed a taxiAnd said "54 in a hurry," and jumped in the backseatWe arrived he said, "$8.50 and that don't count my tip"I said, "Don't drink and drive -GIMME MY CHANGE before I bust ya lip!"The club was jumpin and word is bondI saw girls walkin around with jeans painted onSplittin they skirts up the middle, tight leather and laceBoth me and Jimmy agree, we're gonna like this placeTook a seat at the bar, the girl said what are ya drinkin?A Coke and a smile child, and slid her a LincolnTook a sip of my four dollars, she looked at me strangeI said, "Psych I bet you thought you was gonna keep the change"I made my way through the crowd, it was plain to seeSame everywhere I go, all eyes on meI sat down at the table, and one of the staffsaid, "Ain't you the Biz" I said, "Yeah but no autographs"I sat alone in the corner, and sipped my drinkHappened to look across the room and somebody winkedI did the only thing the Diabolical could doLooked down to see what that I was attached toSure enough it was a girl, a sweet femaleHer hair and eyes sparkled like ginger aleI looked lower to her lips, her chin and her neckAnd fantasized about the rest, then decided to checkI sent champagne to her table, the waiter asked her nameHe returned with Kim, and I almost cameI checked myself and made sure, I looked alrightAnd told my dick, "Don't worry - we're fuckin tonight!"Threw her the Kool-Aid smile, and a dash of charmI stepped to the lady and tapped her armBut when she turned around, my smile turned to gloomShe didn't look none like she looked across the roomShe had big broad shoulders and her titties was bigThey were filled with silicone, and her hair was a wigShe had more makeup than Boy George and Phyllis DillerUgly enough to be a monster in "Thriller"Had hair on her chest longer than King SpadeEven though I got a band, I don't need the AIDSSo I hurried out and left, she said, "Please stay"I said, "Sorry money grip, I don't go that way"So I stepped out in a hurry, to gather my witsAnd thought that's a damn shame, he had nice titsAnd that's the last I ever saw of KimYou wanna know why? Cause she's a he and her's a himLike that and-a, like that and-aI'm not the man called DantanaYou go on and on and on and on and on and on and onDon't go to Getty, go to Exxon.. (echoe)(Biz Markie shout outs and ad libs)
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