can't touch dis
wanna touch dis
u donwanna touch dis
get atta hea & leave dis

Hi guy dis is Hamma time
It ain't headin to da slamma time
I'm da guy in ya bathroom mirror
Wipe off the fog so ya see a lil clearer
I ain't da Candyman but I might be ya handyman
Cause I was rap's lowest point
Ain't even fit to smoke dem joints
I stood up for da Opra contingent
Not da bruthas onna street sniffin Tide detergent
I was da first black whitebread accountant
Remember Dexter on Silver Spoons?
Dat was me, I was one o dem goons
Who spiffed the shoes of the white platoons
Inspired Tiger Woods to use Bob Hope's clubs
Embrace white culture be their circus bear cub
i do dubs

U aint fit to touch dis
U don' wanna touch dis
OK so you can't touch dis
Get atta hea don mess wit dis

People say I'm a piece of s---t in a jumpsuit
Don't look like any banga who lifts loot
look like Bobby Brown's retarted brutha
bandagin the boils of some guy's gay mutha
I been behind da desk since time began
Addin expense accounts, subtractin bruthas pension plan
U get more wit honey & grease than vinegar
Grease me up for the fun of dat Sinatra singer
anyway, i still do dubs

U can't touch dis
U don wanna touch dis
Wassa matta dis is too good fa u?
Leave dis alone, get away u