Konichiwa Bitches

You wanna rumble in my jungle? I'll take you on Stampede your rump-a And send you home You wanna rumble in space? I put my laser on stun And on the North Pole I'll ice you, son You wanna thrilla in Manila You'll be killer bee stung Wanna taste of vanilla Better watch your tongue 'Cause I'll hammer your toe Like a pediatrician Saw you in half Like I'm a magician Tear you down Like I'm in demolition Count you out Like a mathematician I'm so very hot that when I rob your mansion You ain't call the cops, you call the fire-station 'Cause my flava so sweet You'll be zoom, zoom, zoom Don't even get me started On my bada-boom-boom One left, one right that's how I organize 'em You know I fill my cups, no need to super-size 'em' Right now you probably thinking how she get in them jeans Well I'm gifted all natural and burstin' the seams Uh huh, konichiwa bitches Uh huh, uh huh, konichiwa bitches Don't I look tasty like a French bon-bon Even more sweeter than a cherry bomb Coming with the postman like I'm a mail-bomb Comin' in your mouth makes you say yum-yum Hit the gong-gong, bring the sumos on I'ma kick ass all the way to Hong Kong Make their balls bounce like a game of ping-pong Konichiwa bitches from Beijing to Saigon Got nothing on me 'cause you know you so bum Dom-didi-dom-didididi-dom-dom Check the scenario, I'ma bust your eardrum And leave you heads ringing with the ring-a-ding-dong Busy on the mic since the day I was what? (Born) Check out my style, it's the rock of what? (Mo') Shine is on me like a dog on a what? (Bone) Fight the power, put myself on the throne You know when shit is getting heavy like it weighs a ton I will run you down like a marathon Tape you up good, put you in the trunk See you next Tuesday You is a punk