Jock's Itch

I got an Afro-American belt

That's a warning if you attack, bro, you're wearing a welt

As grape as welch. Your hot air stank like a belch

So after I skin these kitties, I'll be wearing your pelts

Cause I'm a pimp and I know I don't love unwholesome

Bottom feeders. I'm at the top on my lonesome

Living with a sickness; on my Magic Johnson

Hip Hop Phenomena seeing me in action. Bronze, son?

I'm gold meddling with Scooby-Doo so get a Blue's Clue

You fools lose like those who snooze do

So wake up and smell your boo boo roses

For your sorrows, here's a card that reads your bull dozes