Max: hey yo my name is mr. mystery,
and no i don't have a twin sister g, so dont ask if I
do foo, cuz i rule, and i wear a red jewel, around
my neck, aww heck, schlecketty becketty creck,
that dont make sense, dragon master 4
Josh: i got a lot of money, cuz i get it for my
honies, and it aint even funny, how my bunnies
spend money, but its cool, cuz i can make more
wit my jewls, and i can sell em, and im rich like
you can't smell em, but can you smell what i'm
cookin, i think its puddin, but i aint sure, cuz i got
no food'n
Max: bow wow wow and a meow
meow meow, you keep on tryin ta be like me but
cha dont know how, I am the king of the world,
king of the girls, give tha hunnies some pearls and
u know they mines ima rhyme a couple mo lines
then im through, theres nothin else to do, hey yo
josh wussup wit you?
Josh: hey yo its all good just like i sed it would
be cuz fools cant see me and all my g's cuz u
know i be a tycoon, got a silver spoon, in all of
my rooms, fools bowin to me, kissin my feet, and
u know its neat, how i gotz power over the
weak, like u caint even speak, so what?
Max: i tell you what, i tell you what wit
my butt, like king tut, i play yo doggs like muts
huh, i do my thang as i swang across the way, no
im not gay, but i still threw a parade, what ya
say ta that, ima pull a rabbit out my hat, while u
and yo homies is still talkin smack, nah i aint
frontin loc, cuz if ya think im on fire (nah i jus
begun ta smoke).
Josh: through otha mc's rhymes i jus chill, cuz
my flos b ill, and thought they caint feel, how it
me when i spill, my lyrics, its all good cuz i know
this, is the best flo anyone will ever get, cuz i got
mad skills, they b all real, like you know i'm the
big meal, like four course, i burn past rappers
without remorse, faster than a cheetah or a horse,
how u like me now dragon master 4?
Max: I like it plenty but yer still just a
flea compared ta me, ima scratch ya off my head
while i drink some tea, eeeecchhh i spit, all that
tea tastes like sh*t, so i goes on wit my flos while
i check those fly ladies in my ride, who am i?,
nobody knows because im mr. mystery i flo all
ova yo head till it gets all red and blistery, can ya
feel this?
Josh: Fool Big White J-Dawg aint gonna take
no mess, im better than all the rest, passin the
lyrical test, while i take a lil rest, and i got more
money and honies than any other ho, wit my old
skool flo, you know how it go, when im kickin
my rhymes like edgar allen poe, so lemme just
leave it at this, droppin the bottom line like a light
myst, my songs sell better than yours, shuttin
oportunities doors, in yer face like u got no
chance, to keep my wit my international rhythms
like in france
Max: ya you speakin and talkin and
yellin like yo rhymes is so tight, but i keep on
rappin in spite, of the fact that im white, but yo
color is only skin deep, now observe while i
creep around town gettin down wit my royal crown cuz I b tha king, I step into the ring the second I hear tha ding of that bell, sendid yall haterz straight ta hell.
max:well it goes a bang bang bang
and a boom boom boom, how many fat guys
could fit in my room? like my flo, yall dont even
know, where i go here i come drinkin my aged
rum diddy dum diddy dum dum diddy, how many
yall wanna be in my commitee? my commitee aint
itty bitty.what smells like crap? oh look
its yo style, stankin so bad it couldnt make a
clown smile, thats why i go the extra mile to bring
these tight flos wherever i goes, so ya knows that
white crap aint no bustaz yo, and all yall haterz
can suck my toe, nah yall dont even know...
josh:i caint even understand what's fools, cuz
i pass em like a 747, rappin up to heaven, bustin
number ones like ten or eleven, look at tha chart,
dang its white crap at number one, just havin fun,
rappin a ton, like u know its nice, its quite right,
how i flo all night, and i caint be deprived, cuz i
got enough money that more i could buy.
max:Mr. Mystery and Big White
J-Dawg, comin through in '99 in josh's big yellow
road hog, we goin through rivers under bridges
and over logs, to bring you the brand new flava
thats infinite, our styles is gonna go double
platinum in a minute, we got our honies in the
mansion down in Antioch, we gotta send out the
message that these white boyz aint about rock or
roll, you gonna see that as our sounds start ta
take control of ya mind, it might take some time
but yo ya know i gotz plenty of it, cuz we jus
started this in the rap industry and we're above it
josh:so how all u fools feel, me and max keep
it real, everyone else be underlings, and other
kinda things, cuz we fly like we gotz wings, and
im insisting, that u got no real talent, cuz i rules u
like a tumor thats malignant, takin over how u
think, telling u that u stink, over u like a paper is
covered wit ink, and im da bomb, u know i got it
goin on, when im wearin a thong, it got all da
ladies cryin, cuz im so fine, they wanted me to b
a chip an dale dancer, like a lancer, where's my
pants herb?
Dig some of our otha flos (updated)
