My Forehead

[Intro: Ouija Macc]
"What is that I see? It's a forehead, comin' over the horizon. That ain't a forehead; that's a more-head. Bump your nugget every time you walk through the door-head."

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Here he comes, big forehead boy, fuck y'all
The biggest you ever saw, they call me the wall
When I arrive, suddenly you at the drive-in
I got a ocean of forehead, dive in
This ain't a case of receding hairline
Wanna see mine? It's up there, climb
Take my ears, they double as elevators
To have the biggest anything mean hella haters
From temple to temple, the length is insane
Thirty-four days on a bullet train
Space great for this? Not any other
World land speed record? Burn rubber
'Bout to give a seminar, prepare the reel
Show your charts on my forehead and seal the deal
It's big 'cause it's packed with brains
I'm smothered in smarts like my dick is smothered in Hanes

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
That's no forehead, that's a five
Jump off that bitch, you can die
Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side (Yeah)
Step up, headbutt homicide (Boom)
Big-ass forehead
You could build a city on your head
When you go to sleep, it need its own bed
Mama gave birth, now she gone, dead

[Verse 2: Violent J]
I bust through walls, forehead first
Like Kool-Aid Man, quench my thirst
For knowledge, my brain weighs down my spine
I'll read seventeen books at the same time
Photograph it? You need four photographs
Forehead bigger than a horse's ass
That's no hat, ho, that's snow
Climbers missing? So the fuck what, though
Ear to ear, nose tip to back
I'm solid skull, bitch, that's a fact
My actual brain no bigger than a Tic Tac
Located tip of my dick cap
Like I'm givin' you brains when I hit that
I'm hard-headed and quick to admit that
Sit back, let a bonehead slip that
Your shit crack, I'm quick to scat, who did that?

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
That's no forehead, that's a five (That's a five)
Jump off that bitch, you can die (Whoa)
Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side
Step up, headbutt homicide (Boom)
Big-ass forehead
Night of the 44-head (Forehead)
Boy, you ain't gettin' no heads (No)
'Cause we all gon' die, you get mo' head

[Skit]
"Oh, shit."
"Yeah, let me get that Detroit fitted in a twenty-four."
"Size twenty-four?"
"Yeah."
"We ain't got nothin' that big."
"What you mean you don't have a twenty-four? You says you got all sizes."
"We only go to an eight, sir."
"I need it for my big head, not my dick head."
"That forehead's big and tall. You should try in there."
"Well, fuck you then."

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
I've known Joe Bruce my whole life, bitch, bet
And ain't used to that forehead yet
How can that big bone not mean trouble?
Lookin' like a frog's neck blowin' a bubble
Children run, it's two grown adults
Somehow his forehead gots its own pulse
My boy looks like his fuckin' head is pregnant
He gets shooed off like a deformed vagrant
And I laugh, but his forehead's no joke
How's he even support it with a turkey's throat?
Would it pop if I gave it a poke?
I go for broke "Ah! Fuck you doin'?" Nope!
His face and forehead, that must be somethin'
Livin' life lookin' like two hippos fuckin'
At least he can get paid whatever the case
Rent your forehead for billboard space

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
That's no forehead, that's a five (That's a five)
Jump off that bitch, you can die
Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side (Ha)
Step up, headbutt homicide (Boom)
Big-ass forehead (Forehead)
Got that miracle grow-head (Grow)
Can't tell you shit you don't know-head (Ha)
Thinkin' too hard, it exploded

[Outro: Ouija Macc]
"Ha ha ha ha. Boy, that ain't a forehead. That's a Black Rob 'Whoa!'-head. Oversized load, you might be drivin' slow-head. Every night, your pillow like oh no-head."