Majestic,

you guessed it

A natural born winner

like Bruce Jenner

you can stretch it

but the Skinnee J is thinner

Tim cues up the tape,

here's a tip try Latham

not Latham We box 'em

and we wrap em so

Bring these beats with trash

can snares Reverse high hats,

studio demolition may day

It's a J day when we say

hey hey Stumpy Johnson sets the pace

and we still roll the place

Well you just heard the serve,

but here's my volley

We double up your pleasure,

like Bhoutros Bhoutros Gahli

So forget about your first

and second guesses

And if you want to join the circle,

just order breakfast

Pass the baton to the next and run along

Try a mile in my shoes

and get used

to the phenomenon

On and on like a triathalon

Step to podium, whose the real champion



You're a Champion

You're a Champion

You're a Champion

You're a Champion



You're all Champions

You're all Champions

You're all Champions

You're all Champions



Here I goes,

I flows like a nose in January

Fuck it

drop the bomb like the bucket at the prom in Carrie

Swing like a chimp,

slam like champ

when I grow fat and old they're gonna put me on a postage stamp

I take chances,

I never take shorts

I grab the microphone just for the sport

like soccer

Dribble up the middle and I rock ya

From Cape Town to uptown

I'm burning like Vodka

on your tongue

when I brung

poetry like Suess

When Horton heard me,

they agreed to turn him loose

My cup runeth over with the versus til they spilling

I like to rhyme like Michael loves children