Who's the knuckleheads?

We are the knuckleheads

Who's the knuckleheads?

We are the knuckleheads

Who's the knuckleheads?

We are the knuckleheads

Who's the knuckleheads?

We're the knuckleheads



If you would be the peanut butter then I would play the jelly

I'll peel apart your bread and then I'll penetrate your belly

Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with Coast

Now I'll take my jelly and spread it on your toast

No one rhymes faster the mic is my blaster

So grasp some Shasta the mighty mic master

Giving ya communion with your lips on my cup

Pump pump pump pump me up

Now I drive real slow around 3 O'Clock

I see the little girlies as I cut across the block

I love it when they're young