Yo, this one goes out to all you punk
b****** who think the Hawkman is soft
just because I'm wicked smart.
Listen up, I got something to say.
Straight out of Oxford a crazy m*********** named Hawking.
When I be rocking the mic you be gawking,
at me 'cause I'm a bad mama-jamma,
you wanna lock me up put my a** in the slamma.
But f*** that s*** 'cause no jail can hold me,
you can't even catch me much less control me.
So if you see me coming you better duck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f***.
2000 is the number another summer,
sound of the funky drummer.
Stephen Hawking would like to say,
that I'm a crazy m*********** from around the way.
Kicking science like no one else can,
my d*** is twice as long as my attention span.
So if you cross me b**** you're out of luck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f***.
[Excuse me while I whip this out]
Uh yeah! Make it funky now!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go Doomsday! It's your birthday!
Yo! Break it down!
Aah ya, that's right. I'm f*****' nutty.
I'd just as soon bust a cap in your a** as look at you.
I'm like Ed Beagly Jr. at a m************ oil spill.
The gate is down and the lights are flashing but there ain't no train coming.
Yo, I aint through yet. Kick that s*** back in.
Once again back in the m************ ring,
The H to the A to the W-King.
When I roll I roll it heavvy and I roll it phat,
packing b****** in the Chevy and a clip in my Gatt.
Yo, I told you twice already, I wont tell you again,
the mighty Stephen Hawking is f*****' insane,
So if you see me coming b**** you better duck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f***.
b****** who think the Hawkman is soft
just because I'm wicked smart.
Listen up, I got something to say.
Straight out of Oxford a crazy m*********** named Hawking.
When I be rocking the mic you be gawking,
at me 'cause I'm a bad mama-jamma,
you wanna lock me up put my a** in the slamma.
But f*** that s*** 'cause no jail can hold me,
you can't even catch me much less control me.
So if you see me coming you better duck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f***.
2000 is the number another summer,
sound of the funky drummer.
Stephen Hawking would like to say,
that I'm a crazy m*********** from around the way.
Kicking science like no one else can,
my d*** is twice as long as my attention span.
So if you cross me b**** you're out of luck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f***.
[Excuse me while I whip this out]
Uh yeah! Make it funky now!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go Doomsday! It's your birthday!
Yo! Break it down!
Aah ya, that's right. I'm f*****' nutty.
I'd just as soon bust a cap in your a** as look at you.
I'm like Ed Beagly Jr. at a m************ oil spill.
The gate is down and the lights are flashing but there ain't no train coming.
Yo, I aint through yet. Kick that s*** back in.
Once again back in the m************ ring,
The H to the A to the W-King.
When I roll I roll it heavvy and I roll it phat,
packing b****** in the Chevy and a clip in my Gatt.
Yo, I told you twice already, I wont tell you again,
the mighty Stephen Hawking is f*****' insane,
So if you see me coming b**** you better duck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as f***.