Somebody tell me who's that, what's that It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack Don't even front and try to ask who is this Cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah Witness Stronger than Listerine, moppin up rappers like Mr. Clean Oh Lord, the Kane just hit the scene Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck Cause when I come through, I'm catchin wreck, like a tow truck Cause ain't no way in the world the Kane could ever, fade I'm stayin on top of this thing, in order for me to get, paid And anyone comin to me for a battle is gettin, slayed Whenever it comes to the lyrics I'm rappin I got it, made So back up off me, cause yo' rap Have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat Cause you can dream about bein this up to par But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are Competition I'll drill em, and definitely outskill em To make the long story short, I kill em Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre And when I come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh