1] Now I rock the party at the drop of a hat, Yeah, I beat a biter with an aluminum bat, A lot of people may be Jonesin' 'cause they me rock the mic, They'll be at the radio, up all night. Like a I'm pimpin', Got a boat to eat in, Nothing wrong with my leg B-boy limpin'. Got at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float, My man MCA's got a beard a billy goat. "Oowah-oowah" is my call, MCA hu-huh, get y'all. I bust rhymes I write, I've been busting routines and all night. Like eating or chicken or you'll be picking your nose, I'm on homie that's how it goes. You heard the style I think you the point, the joint. 2] Mike D? Yeah? With your bad self things, What's up with your bad breath, onion Well I'm Mike D and I'm from the dead, And I'm chillin' at the beaches down at Med. Make another record 'cause the people want more of this, Consumers they be saying they can out David Horovitz. Hurricane, you got clout. DJ's, he'll put your head out. A puppet on a string I'm paid to and rhyme, I do my I'm, In the lava inside the brain hotel, I might be or peakin' but I rock well. The Patty Duke the wrench and I bust the tango, Got more rhymes than got Mangos. I got the peg leg at the end of a stump-ah! Shake rump-ah! Full y'all, Clout y'all, And when the mic is in my I turn it out y'all, A Clout. 3] Never been because I'm the most mackinest, been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest. Yeah we've got chief, We're out teeth chief, And if you don't believe us you should your belief Keith. Like Sam the butcher bringing the meat, Like Fred Flintstone around with bald feet, Should I have sip? Nah, skip it. In the back of the ride and with the whippet, a dope dookies all around the neck, Whoo ha got all in check-ah! I'm running from the law the press and the parents. Is your name Michael No man, my Clarence. downtown Manhattan the village, My style is wild and you know it still is, Disco bag and you're doing the bump, your rump-ah! Ahhhh, oohhhhhh, bag schlepping, bag schlepping, bag schlepping, bag schlepping.