I've got hammers and screwdrivers
that make your guns look like wires.

with the rhymes that are sweet and melody goes
My voice gets you outta your seat; you start tappin' your toes.

With the sound of Chris Lee on the microphone machine
And the bass from the place of Bill Flemiiii....

Ing coming at ya like a cannonball
And Mr. Layser knockin' all yall against the wall

When he hits those high chords and your face hits the floor.
Your screamin' and yellin' and beggin' for more.

Then Banky steps up to the microphone
And kicks out another one of those block rockin' tones!

Not the kind that makes your mom steam, 
NO! the ones that make the ladies go: SCREAM!

And when the party is jumpin' and bass is thumpin'
Out comes the miracle machine, Mr. Will Roy Le!

enough 4 now