Moojo & Da Capo - Secret ID

Clears throat
Straight to the point you smurf, I've been cold since the Flintstones
Accurate enough to flick a Pebble at your lymph nodes
What would Scooby Doo? Check out once I check in
Bitch, I'm so fly that I downlook the Jetsons
Questions
Ask know
I'm calm and ready
To hit you with random items like Tom and Jerry
Quicker than wacky racers
I'm a boss
You ain't a man at all
Hong Kong Phooey walking at the size of Jabberjaw

*Clears throat*
Yeah
Okay Buttercup
I'd really hate
To burst your Bubble
But fuck it
With I, the only thing that's
Going Blossom is trouble
I'm out to rumble
Rowdyruffs
See I'm nothing to fuck with
I function for destructions
Touch mine and I go Fuzzy Lumpkins
Sicker than Ganggreen
I'm Him that goes loco
Fucking with three bitches
Like Mojo Jojo
Also you think it's a joke?
Ain't a damn thing funny
I'll make you look stupider
Than powerpuff bunny
Dummy
I'm power enough
Get courage you cowardly smug
Think everything between is sweet
I ain't been and sour enough
That's fine
Make you rewind like Aku
When I black
My movements are crack
And I'll cut you down
That's Samurai Jack
Slack
Nah, I'm known to get hostile
Hot flows, black eyes
Like sun glasses on Johnny Bravo
There ain't a Kids Next Door
That's rocking with number sixx
And no ben-Ten form
Has power such as this
Suck a dick
I'll leave you wanna stretch a drag
So you better stay hidden
Like Dexter's lab
Shit will get evil
Shit will get Grim
Darker than Mandy's heart
Wilder than billy
Once I begin
In this business
Is known that I'm renown when spitting
Often tops
Like the parents of Cow and Chicken
Cower before this
You'll never be ready
I'm out for more than quarters, boy
This ain't Ed, Edd and Eddy
This is real
I'm far from a Sheep in the big city
I'm a monster
Trick when it's sixx it'll get illy
I'll get busy alone
Though none of you bastards scare me
And my clique scary
Know that my friends ain't imaginary, fairy
Fairly raw, son
I do my job
Of leaving opponents stranded
Mike, Lu and Og
I'm a Don
Hence all I do, I accel' hard
Pulling up in something large
Megas XLR
Leaving you Puffy like AmiYumi
When I swing a guitar
Wanna know what happened to robot Jones?
I scattered his parts
I wanna shatter the hearts of those
Who doubt all my power
Cause in the booth
I ain't a rookie cooking boy
I ain't chowder
Now I'm on some shit
Where I snap if we tustle
Boy, shit will get uglier
Than Captain K'nuckles
So shut your Flapjack
Or I'll clap at a faster pace
And it won't be a secret
Like the saturdays