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