[First Verse]
KABOOM! Guess who`s back in the room?
The nigga with the skills to talk a dyke out her womb
Soon, very soon, they`ll recognize
Ain`t none as vicious or swift on these bitches
Picture, runnin` your bust ass, succotash niggas
Who could get with the dog
Cuz I rip shit
Up, with what? With skill
I still
Could whip up a batch of somethin` them bitches can`t FUCK WIT
Foreal
And still
I want much respect
If not, then I got, alot of nuts to check
Fuck the check, I`m in this for my props now, partna
Watch a
Nigga drop knowledge like a rasta
I could scope where your head at
Cuz I, funk up a room like the fumes of the wound of a dead rat
Yeah I done said that, fuckin` right
Now ain`t no touchin` mine, and Smooth ain`t nothin` nice
Ha? Let it be known
Soon as I hit the door, fake niggas be gone
Ready for whatever you ready for
If ever you ready to take me to the other level, baby let me know
I got`cha back like a siamese twin
Or a chinese friend who lent`cha nineteen yen
Tim, perfects a hymn, like Mahalia
If you don`t know, I`m sure, somebody gone tell ya
Chorus:
KABOOM! Guess who`s back in the room?
My attitude is fuck it and muthafuckas love it
(4x)
[Second Verse]
KABOOM! Guess who stepped on the scene
The player with skills to outscore your whole team
I`m so clean you could eat red beans off me
Awfully swift with words, but combos costly
I`m straight bout my clout
I`m straight out the South
I wouldn`t give a bitch mouth-to-mouth, trust me
I`m wicked as Larry Bird jumpshots
And I run this bitch and green is a young cop
Not too many alive could survive my flow
Not too many freestyle like me, I know
But it`s bout time that y`all get recognized
And he who can`t see what I see, better check his eyes
He act froggish, then that`s his ass
Mr. Tim Smooth will suffocate another rapper, like a plastic bag
And ask his Dad, You want some of Shaburnke?
Show ya with that boot camp, they lettin` me KA-BOOM!
Chorus
[Third Verse]
Well I swing through the swamp like I`m Tarzan
I may be a marked man, but I ain`t mark brand
I`m boot camp, read it and weep
And here`s a dick trick BITCH now eat it in deep
You niggas sweet as bon-bons
Ol` wannabe playin` ass niggas need some pom-pons
Ha? You don`t want me to act a fool
And he shivers when he here my name, watch this:
Say it again, Tim Smooth
Five ten
I`m strong as straight gin
I`m harder than George Foreman`s uppercut to your chin
Tim, couldn`t be seen if I was wearin` flourescent green
With a twenty inch fro, and no sheen
You hoes gonna understand
That I done fucked Wonder Woman twice, now bitches are callin` me Wonder Man
And, I hold the fort in this platoon
But, Boot Camp Clicc, lit again ya bitch, KABOOM!
Chorus
