dondada, the ill papa, comin sharp like a choppa, underground like jimmy hoffa, he keeps the cones propa, i never wanna stopya, cause yer a chill geek with ill technique and fingers that speak... we used to streak under the full moon, got the juice to sleep past noon, make a mess up in his room and still make girls swoon... a true buffoon, like a cartoon scarecrow genius, known to flip a spare flow, always the fiendliest... his brain span is like rain man, with autistic ballisitics that are known to rip shit...