MC Hawking, MC Frontalot - Bitchslap lyrics

Doomsday, bring the funk oh yeah
Yo ah
Check this shit out

I roll straight pimping to the
Room of my lecture
Prepared to enrapture students with a mixture
Of hard-ass science and smooth-ass rhyme
So fat you can't fit in my class sometimes
I'm early, popping wheelies in the hall
Showing off the hydraulics to
The hotties enthralled
With the Hawk, and yo who can blame them
I only got one thing larger than my brainstem
One asks (How big are your rims?)
The answer's in my lap, the girl hopped in
I cruise down to my appointed destination
Dropped the hottie in the front row
Said "Be patient"
Now I'm rolling the chair with
The bass turned up


See my bitch TA got my latte in a cup
I'm like fuck, I said mocha only
I'll smack you so hard your
Ghost will be lonely he says

No offense Doctor H but your
Keyboard challenges your dexterity
And I think more challenging still would
Be your rising to the occasion
Readying the back of your hand
Bent in swift administration

Now I'm consumed with rage
I say, I ought to bitchslap every last TA

He says

Yeah you should wish you could
But the arms you got don't extend that good

I just smile as if all is forgiven
But the glint in my eye betrays he is living
On time that's borrowed that
I'll soon collect when I teach a hard lesson
In cause and effect
Bitch thinks he's funny showing
Off for his peers
He's a newbie TA who does not know the fear
And respect that is due to
The Hawk and his crew
But he'll learn that and more
By the time I'm through
He'll get a bitch slap oh snap
Punk motherfucker ain't worth a cap
And his ass flat proved that
No need for the gat or the baseball bat
Just a bitch slap oh snap
Punk motherfucker ain't worth a cap
And his ass flat proved that
How'd I ever get a bitch TA like that?
Bitch slap

Stayed up late that night yo very busy
Got shizzy to dizzy dazzle in the laboratizzy
Servos, motors, chains and gears
Mechanisms the purpose of which is unclear
Got all I need - my brain and a screwdriver
The Hawk rocks inventing, fuck MacGyver
I got in mind a practical design
For a device to help keep TAs in line

Next day all is ready the punk is oblivious
No concept of how doomed he already is
Cup in hand again the wrong flavor
I pause as he smirks, so as I can savor
The moment then I say, bitch I said mocha
Now you get a slapping tA said

No sir i don't believe that I'll receive
One of those from you
But, if you posit otherwise let's
See what you can do

I was cool, made sure he understood
Then hit the button labeled
'Extend That Good' with a whiz and a whir
Unfolding from the chair
Came the robot arm shooting up into the air
Wound back with a click then
Aimed at the bitch
Steel palm chrome knuckle on
The back side switch
It connected with the TA's head
Velocity high yo
Kinetic transferred to his pie hole
His head snapped back his neck went crack
He stood for a moment then
His legs went slack my other TAs who'd been
Grinning when he spoke
Got a serious expression on their faces so
I just rolled real slow on up to the lectern
The lesson today, the Hawk can wreck your
Whole shit so don't test
Or I'll put you on the list
To get bitch slapped next

Bitch slap ah yo
MC Hawking kicking it with MC Frontalot
Let this be a lesson to all
You punk bitches out there
The Hawk can wreck your - shit, so don't test
Aight we be - peace