Testin testin testin. You can hear me what what what?. MIC check one check check check. You can hear me? YO!. I'm loud enough? Yo!. Mic mic micraphone check check. Yo can you hear me?. Yo!. Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ variations throughout). YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?). I keep it hype the words that I write (Oh). I rock the whole crowd I don't need a mic (Huh?). I say my rhyme LOUD with all of my might. Verse One:. People say that nigga CRAZY I'm throwin off. I raise my voice up then GO OFF!!. The king of different titan of screamin chantin louder than. a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin. Rockin it about to ROLL. The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged. Vocals that'll blow horns til your ass in traction. Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket. BLING BLING comin through not excuse me. I'm the nigga that's makin this loud ass music. Chorus. Verse Two:. The doctor slapped my ass so I've been hollerin since an infant. Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!. Disturb the class so I stayed in detention. Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office. The principal say "Young man what seem to be the problem?". Said "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume". "Hmm what's your name?" -- "Michael Tyler". "Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?". Said "Nah that's for funny boys". "Either that or a suspension" while you roll HERE I COME BOY. I wanna holla but I gotta try: *clears throat*. DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!. That ain't gonna cut it that ain't gonna get it. Then the teacher said "Maybe you can try something ath-letic". But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band. But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!. YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin. The very next day I was in ROTC. Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair THREE FOUR. But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear. All this ? made me tired on top of that. one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside. I went downstairs to the yard. When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads. I said "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud". She said "Damn nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad". HELL NO never ever Trevor. Either that or a report card filled with the F letter. GO TEAM FIGHT WIN. Nah this shit ain't cool FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL. Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for. 'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW. Chorus. * lots of repetitions of YIKES!!! Y-Y-Y-YIKES!!! *.