I Flikka-me-Bikka,
Rrrrhyme mo' sikka,
everybotty know dat I the pick-a the litta,
when I Rrrap around the rhyme like a boa consric-ta,
I cross ya ova like A.I. when he wuz a Seventy-Sixx-a,
smooth in my groove, yes, when I hawk spitt-ta,
like black oil, when my brain boil,
but I mo' slick-ka,
think you can beat me b-wuay ya drinkin' too much likka,
b'cuz I de mic mix-a,
inflict pain then I convict ya,
squattin' in me rhyme houze I gotta evict ya,
excuse me de ladies got me bikka,
harder than a brick-ka,
when I fade dis spript-ta,
I gotta go wet-ta me wikka
I Flikka-me-Bikka,
Rrrhyme mo' sick-ka,
de Lion of Judah in me Rasta,
wear a leather coat like de mon John Shaft-ta,
I a badd muthha..shut me mouth,
but I talkin' about D'ee Mast-ta,
from Nebrask-ka to Alas-ka,
from the Philly Daily News to Prav-da,
I'm a Millenium just like dat old Maz-da,
hot-ta than a rude boy shott-ta,
give me 5 minutes, yes, I seduce ya moth-tha,
she be in the kitchen singin' raggae songz,
while cookin' up me past-ta,
don't even have to flatt-ta,
b'cuz size do matt-ta,
do a samba on she poo-nah-nee na-nee,
make her crest-ta and then take a siest-ta,
chill in my favorite chair and drink a cold Shas-ta
I Flikka-me-bikka,
Rrrhyme mo' sikka,
I be the adverb animate-ta,
the noun coordinate-ta,
the verb vaccinate-ta,
make de rhyme percolate-ta,
shake it baby, shake it baby,
shake ya money make-ka,
ya man don't know that I am the final arbitrate-ta,
leave ya so breathless ya need a ventilate-ta,
an air circulate-ta,
I be an administrate-ta,
da coochie cultivate-ta,
da mammary gladiate-ta,
fiya in ya chest, gurl mess
wit me ya need a difibrillate-ta,
Debbie might me a Dominatrix,
but I am D'ee the Dominate-ta,
let me show you on my telestrate-ta,
how I became D'ee the Sex Emancipate-ta
Flikka-me-bikka,
Rrrhyme mo' sikka,
livin' in Ameri-KKKa,
from Barbados by way of Afric-ka,
my boyz call me D'ee Encyclopedia Brittani-ka,
an Original, no replic-ka,
R.I.P. Heavy D and Smokin' Joe Frais-sha,
gonna be makin' so much money they will call me per capit-ta,
chill in Houston with Angelic-ka,
pull me bump-pa up to Danic-ka,
sorry pretty lady I didnt know you had sciatic-ka,
hell no mon is dat a swasti-KKKa???,
messin' up me vibez you Neo-Nazi mudda-fikka,
call out to the Kapp-pa, the Alpha and the dawgz from Omeg-ga,
let's show dis racist mon why he should'nt be a hate-ta,
excuse me pretty lady I will talk to ya late-ta,
let me line these punks up,
Mamma Oh! start the road grate-ta,
so we can fade 'em like a Fade-da