Teksty: Danger Doom. Perfect Hair.

Perfect hair to the second power of forever
Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or never
On a mission with friends of fair weather
Sooner the better, off to Mt. Tuna
Wear your leather prepared sweater

And watch out for Catman my brothers
He keep his strand slicked back like Scatman Caruthers
A balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo
Fiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the evil Coiffio?

Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm gone
Even if him got them bomb weavin' Kalikelon
No more or less stress than your old boss
The tears burn your eyes less than fresh S-curls sores

And Brenda, the best girl lost
Uncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss
Earl tossed, there goes a whole tray of hamburgers
Villain 'til they old and gray like olden day scam workers

Circa one nine seventy-one
On the mic machine it seems his work will never be done
He seeks the ninth level of power
But weak geek might freak it in another hour

Or so, they call the fool retarded hair guy
In school you could spot it when he nodded here, why?
I think his true name was Gerald
The toupee, the male pattern anime herald

A good laugh like the walk to the bank
Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog

Danger Doom it's Master Shake, hey buddy
Ah, did you get those e-mails I sent?
Umm, I'm still waitin to hear from you
I, I think maybe you're, maybe you're in the shower

Do you, are you in the shower? Okay
But I'm still, totally, I got some other stuff
Uhh, but I'm, I am committed more to doing yours

So, if you can let me know today
That'd, uhh, that'll be great, okay?
Just, just gimme a call and fa-for the schnizzle
For to do the rap pizzle

And again I'm really sorry about that other one
The call, Meatwad sucks
Okay, call me back dog