The return of the Funk, the Fresh and the Boyz,
Im bout to raise up the roof, let me hear some noise,
I am back, once again, to display my skills,
Come out from yo house and I'll rack up some kills,
Cause in Suburbs of Chicago, I was born and raised,
On the Schoolyard is where I spent most of my days,
Breakdancing, hopskotch, and Jumping Rope,
Was a Playa, a Hater, I was kinda the Pope
Let me put out this rhyme, which totally is some slather,
Or ownage, or bombdiggity, whichever you would rather,
Will Smith is good, but aint got nothing on me,
Im a cross Between Beethoven, and the great Ali G.
So now that I be back, I'm here to rule up on this place,
My rapping is so good, it just smacked ownage in yo face.
Word to your mother.