[Lyric] Make Sure He Doesnt Leave (Super Smash Mouth Brothers)

[Dragonball Z]
The Hybrid smoking on Papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China
Nigga that's great like eighths of Grape Ape
Getting stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape
Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the Jewel case
In just two takes, dog, the booth'll get souffléd
You're hiding something like a toupee
Truthfully, my friend, touché
You gon' get exposed like an up-and-coming model
And to me your label seems like one of thеm pageant mommas
So guess who's the littlе bitch? That's you
You must suck a lot of dick, that's true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like Bristol heart of igloos
My nigga, you ain't been what I been through
And if so, you'd take a pencil through your temple
Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual
Ain't even have pads, stuffed they panties with tissue
Hit the ave cause they mouth ain't bleeding
And your style's like fried chicken without the seasoning
Nigga, that's bland fuck you up and ya mans
I smack you like a bitch, nigga, that's open-hand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize I throw your ass off the boardwark
Fag, you ain't play sports but always at the ball park?
Type of nigga rocking Crocs at the fucking Walmart?
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in the fiend car
Get flicked, guess what? I'm running from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer
But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna
[Skittles]
When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

[Dragonball Z]
Playing on the murder game play
Show me where we is, nigga, show me where we at
And ...
We gonna find us where we at
When the ...
Let'em notice where we at
And tell me where we is
I'mma cop a couple shales
Leave your stomach drippin' like an open lunchpale
Run up on a nigga with the 4o, go BLOCKO!
This nigga soft like a old hard taco (murder game)
Just a bunch of nigga ... (gluten ?)
SWATS and the jacks and the old nigga ....
Niggas get retired, everything a nigga lost
Pay a nigga off, send him to the pay off
... a nigga over, when a shoot don't miss
Irrespect, ... now walking with a limp
Ain't a woman in a city for the lo
And your mama cryin', that's a real loose-up