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

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe

And yo I got the funky flow

So let yourself go!

Heidi heidi heidi hoe

And yo I got the funky flow

So let yourself go!

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe

And yo I got the funky flow

So let yourself go!

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe

And yo I got the funky flow

So let yourself go!

Givin you mo', ready to go, kickin the flow, rippin the show

Comin to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you know

Left the lonely lonely through lyrics loose in me

Leave the lowlife left lingerin lost like ???

Anything you can imagine done to a microphone I did it

Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, le