Lets just say that the 14 DUB DUB is my stomping ground and all the Area Managers enjoy it when I rhyme right on time. That reminds me that I have another funky riff to bust out for all you frickin' fools. Check it, this was another pimp ass lyrical assault that I brought on the HR department when I went through for my Ass. Mgr interview. After I blew their brooks brothers socks off with my intellectual genius and killer choice rhymes, the ARM was giving me a standing ovation, the BRM was personally engraving my new name plate. Word:

Can you rent it, sell it, run tight today?
If you can't hack it then it doesn't matter anyway
You will never understand my rhymes & my name ain't Boris
And it feels just like a roundhouse kick from Chuck Norris
My Cars are smoked out, rockin' and riper
They're ridin' on empty, it smells like a diaper
You can drive it, crush it, buy up some DUB
But it makes no difference cuz your mama is a tub, what?!

What is it?
It's it, What is it?...