As the juice grows him, he grows a pair:
Mamm'ry teats, like cow.
When he started, he was only four foot nine.
Now he cannot throttle a whine.

Maybe he governs contentiously
Because at his core
He is still eatin' Clear and creatine
To be six foot four.

You'd be bolder too.
He goes back on his word,
Fueled by Jose's brew.

When he gets angry, blowing a fuse--
Because juice he's on?
Maybe that is why he stiffed the firefighters
Them and cops, he took for a ride.
Doing a large one, sticking his knee,
'Cause his ass is sore.

But he'll keep eatin' Clear and creatine
Till he's six foot four.

Drives a Hummer; how much dumber
Can you be when price of gas is so ghastly dear?
Got 'roids and road rage.
Scams children of money--
He, Bush on same page.

Going postal's hard, so he just whines
His lame point of view.
Never is precise in what he means to say. . .
English lessons down Crawford way.

Shots in his hamstrings fill out his form,
But he asks for more.
Gonna keep eating Clear and creatine
Till he's six foot four.