Us 2 Da Man
[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
He's got cirrhosis of the liver from the eighty proof
Folliculitis makes his neck look like a Baby Ruth
The truth? He needs a filling for his baby tooth
This IBS be disagreeing with kuwaiti soups
But that's your cousin Katie with the hoops
She'll tell you ladies loving him like Warren Beatty in his youth
His new recruit got the fierce pimples on her rack
And on top of that, she's got the pierced dimples on her back

[Verse 2: EP]
Yo me, myself, I like medieval wimples on a hack
The Groggy Pack, never coming simple on a track
In fact, it's surely that his dong rankles
From shorty with the baggy thong and them strong ankles
But ask your cousin Dawn with the cankles
She'll tell you ladies fawn for the jawn not the bankroll
His newest troll, he cajoled on a bed
Said she'd wed for a shed and tires with old tread

[Hook]
Ayo cue the fan, let the cloak blow into the cam
The crew surviving off some toast and a slew of a jam, damn
Pork and beans, running through the can
The whole Doppelgang living in a fuschia van
Coast to coast they maneuver through the land
And still have the nerve to boast, yelling out "Who the man?"
You the man, nah Matter ov Fact, you the man
Yo fuck it E, yo the both of us two the man
[Verse 3: Matter ov Fact]
It's Matter ov Fact, the moocher and the future diabetic
Just finished opening his twenty seventh line of credit
He's burdened with that skinny fat, he's out here trying to shed it
He stuffs his face and use a laxative and diuretic
But ask your auntie Allison the medic
She'll tell you ladies lining up to help him with his calisthenics
His newest friend's a thin hag with some skin tags
Who walks around with everything she owns inside a gym bag

[Verse 4: EP]
He's living at the motor inn with older kin, dag
Got gin dribbling off his chin watching Sinbad
It's sad, he's selling merch plus the Percocets
It's Chatroulette and PAWG searches when he surfs the net
His old earth, that's how he met Bernadette
She'll tell you ladies writing checks to help curb the debt
And yet, his newest prospect in Throggs Neck
Got the odd scent plus she lives inside a convent

[Hook]
Ayo cue the fan, let the cloak blow into the cam
The crew surviving off some toast and a slew of a jam, damn
Pork and beans, running through the can
The whole Doppelgang living in a fuschia van
Coast to coast they maneuver through the land
And still have the nerve to boast, yelling out "Who the man?"
You the man, nah Matter ov Fact, you the man
Yo fuck it E, yo the both of us two the man