Ah how many brothers been charged? Go through wires and set fires in my garage Sabotage I`m coming to you fools in camafloughe Gods must be crazy stole yo` style from the eighties Lookin` at that show lady why she look like Brady? Shady business wanna stop and look at my profile People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats on Argyl Styles skills I get ill everytime I rhyme Quantum leaps stole my jeep gonna catch that fool in time `Cause I`m Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim Fame, Now I`m gonna live forever, never say die Bronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set trip Dang y`all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot So pow, look at this brother with stilts Thinkin` his name was Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeeter What the? holy cow A brother hung a couple of sings from these trees The day that I became an MC [Chorus] I`m your idol like Micheal, so won`t you beat it I`m deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can`t be defeated Mis-treated MC`s like it was the eighties My style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound lady Maybe, maybe not Maybe you should check that Pop this in yo` tape deck, play me in yo` cassette On Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurt Have you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim church Come down to earth, now ask yourself is worth Losing your title in a rap recitle? I`ve been vital since my birth MC`s get vaided `cause I`m over-rated And if you laughed it, you ran But when I blast it, you lucky you made it I`m the most hated MC, just like the OB You`ll be outy like last year, cookin` like Gary Coleman `Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the Super I got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooper And ain`t no to be continuied When I get in you get looser Hope that you get used to losing So shut up and start thinking Before I leave you danglin` from my mic cords And you hear me swingin` [Chorus] Put yo` gun away, Superman don`t run away See I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freeway But anyway, we can do this all today `Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard Baye Today`s topic: `MC`s who set-up for beat downs` Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-down You come to battle you get beat like drums And I`m a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came from And I don`t care if you don`t like me now You go home and tell your friends I`m the mighty one AKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim Also known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman Super, Superman You know they call me Superman [Chorus]