Turn Me On

Check it, I rips it up like Sam Beckett

Respect it, rhymes are pure, butt naked

Crafted, perfected, government inspected

I'm the politician that the heart and soul elected

The mayor, the rhyme sayer, crime slayer

Up in my dragon layer, oh yayer

Things aren't always what they seem

Come along and join my dream

You turn me on (you turn me on, you turn me on)

In '98 I rocked the dorm floor

Now it's four score and seven years of normcore

When I perform for people always want more

Getting live before the encore

Cause I cuts it up like a lawnmower

Clink clink toast, I'm prepared to boast

Compared to most, I'm very close

To the number one spot, jalapeño hot

Come to a show, Dom Perignon pop

I like to eat a pita with a little tzatziki

Roll up to the party, everybody's getting freaky

I'm back attack the track like Jack the Ripper

I'm killing Gilligan and I'm hipper than the Skipper

The sipper of champagne

Let me do my damn thang

Notice how the game changed

Since we dropped Bang Bang

To the rhythm of the boogie the beat

Now everybody listen to sweet baby lee

You turn me on (you turn me on, you turn me on)

You turn me on (you turn me on, you turn me on)

You turn me on (you turn me on, you turn me on)

You turn me on (you turn me on, you turn me on)