| There’s a party going on in here for real
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| I got more product than Ron Popeil
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| So deal with that troop were troopers
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| The only air time you get is on bloopers
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| Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space
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| So renovate or evacuate
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| You better think twice before you start flossing
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| I been in your bathroom often
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| Taking punk MC’s out I’m all about
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| My to do list today is turn the party out
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| Getting hot in here no room to breath
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| I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep
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| No I’m not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
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| I go by the name of the King Adrock
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| So here’s a match my ass and your face
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| Listen when I tell you dog;
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| I’m in your crawl space
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| You’re in front of my house and you know that’s wack
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| Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack
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| You suckers try to front like you’ve got the force
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| But I’ll slay like Vader sip you for a first course
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| Don’t even get me started on intercourse.
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| Don’t step into my zone or even periphery
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| Can’t grab a hold of my style it’s too slippery
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| The way you act a fool son you can’t erase
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| I’ll have you running on your way like steeple chase
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| You tried to take my title now put it back in place
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| But now you’re busted wearing panties and lace
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| Steeling my style from my trophy case
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| But my drive’s secure like an army base
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| You’re sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase
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| But you ain’t never gonna catch me;
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| I’m in your crawl space
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| Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
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| Calibrate your sonar when I’m in your realm
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| 'Cause you know we’re getting scarier and scarier
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| And this extends beyond the Tri-State Area
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| Omnipresent and omnipotent
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| My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
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| This means huge compared to very small
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| You look a little chilly, can I get you a shall?
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| 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof
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| They’re like anvils lined up on a roof
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| Waiting to drop on your corny melon
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| 'Cause were not buying what you’re selling
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| First you want to battle then you start to whine
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| You’re looking hungry, it must be snack time
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| So run home where you feel safe
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| But don’t sleep Cochise;
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| I’m in your crawl space |