POS:

Now let's get right on down to the skit

A baby is brought into a world of pits

And if it could've talked that soon

In the delivery room

It would've asked the nurse for a hit

The reason for this?

The mother is a jerk

Excuse me Junkie

Which brought the work of the old

Into a new light

What a way

But this what a way

Has been a way of today

Anyway

Push couldn't shove me to understand a path to a basehead

Consumer should erase it in the first wave

But second wave forms believers

And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say...

(You got the body now you want my soul)

Nah, can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Mase...

SAY NO GO

DOVE:

Nah, no my brother

No my sister

Try to get hip to this

Word, word to the mother

I'll tell the truth so bear my witness

Fly like birds of a feather

Drugs are like Pleather

You don't wanna wear it

No need to ask that question, just don't mention

You know what the answer is...

POS:

Now I never fancied Nancy

But the statement she made held a plate of weight

I even stressed it to Wade

DOVE:

Did he take any heed?

POS:

Nah, the boy was hooked, you could've phrased the word "Base"

And the kid just shook

In his fashion class once an A now an F

The rock rules him now

The only designs left

Were once clothes made for Oshkosh

Has converted to nothing but stonewash

DOVE:

Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun

But don't hop in if you want to be down, son

'Cause that could mean down and out as an action