It Just Doesn't Matter

They've got the best equipment that money can buy

Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse

Not masseur, masseuse

But, it doesn't matter!

Do you know that every Mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram

Blood and urine tests, every 48 hours, to see if there's any change in his physical condition?

Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union

East and West Germany, and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago?

But it doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! I tell you, it just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

Even if we win, if we win, ha! Even if we win!

Even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days

Even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field

Even if every man, woman, and child held hands together and prayed for us to win

It just wouldn't matter!

Yeah, yeah

Um, um (um)

Jumping out the Camino, just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos (Hot Cheetos)

Recording soft-core on her Tivo, ma, the meatloaf

Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp

All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for

Hold up, pause, always over the quota

Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste

Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me

Couple people that I know that happen to play me

Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy

Shit, I'm actually crazy

Um, and Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen, Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning

Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans, get faded and sleep in the oceans

Keep it in motion

I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling

Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah

And your bitch wearing elbow pads, sell her pussy over Melrose Ave

I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half

Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on

I'm higher than Vol tron, with a bunch of gold on

Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton

Hold on, do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone

Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets

Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus

Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces

'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed buggin' out, had it all, I'm nothing now

I just gave it away, fuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face

Uhm, yeah

I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap

I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack, remember that

I ain't shit but a fraud (but everyone I know ain't nothing to God)

But everyone I know ain't nothing to God