Fuck A Yard The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors (T.H.E.M.)

[Hook]
"Kidnap the presidents wife without a plan" (x6)
Fuck a yard, God, [I'll live to see?] a hundred grand (x3)

[Canibus]
Ever since '94, I swore I would never be bored
Let me break it down how I be breaking federal laws for the green, but not the type of green on your vegetables;
The government cheese, but not the type of cheese that's edible
It's incredible what I be pulling when I'm paid
Shawtys that used to diss me want to be my love-slave
They in, they out; it's all about getting paid
Handcuffed to an aluminum briefcase, wearing some shades
Regardless of my age, I make your maximum wage
And my peers that work at McDonald's get jealous of my fame
So I pay a profit out to keep tabs on my mistress
I got so much dough, I get Santa something for Christmas
Getting paid, 'cause I'm skilled in my trade
Spending my blood money with gloves so I won't catch AIDS

[Webb]
Yo check it, I got to stress it
This shit is gettin' hectic
At the drop of a dime, I'll flip like an epileptic
My pockets are [] stop it
I'm not turning a profit
It's an emergency
Any currency, that's the topic
I get a disguise and organize a billion enterprise
You know the scoop, I paid loot for fake alibis
And since the currency is [] and tax-free, I get extra federal notes to take care of [maternity?] fees
I'm building an empire, got peasants calling me "sire"
Have a Swiss bank account waiting for me when I retire
My mind-state is [] and x-rated
And some girls around the way is trying to say my slug penetrated
Not only that, I smell conspiracy in the air
The brothers want me to resign, and when I look, they stop and stare
Blocking my operation, hoping for infiltration
Plus the feds will taps your lines so I get [?] communications
It's time to hibernate and disappear for a while
I gotta avoid APBs, 'cause DA is trying to clamp my style
You know my steelo, I make moves on the delow
When people ask my name, I tell them "Mr. Incognito"
I got a master-plan, so what I'm a wanted man, 'cause