| Yes, yes, y’all — you don’t stop
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| You keep it on — and shockin’the place
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| Well I’m M.C.A. |
| — I got nothing to prove
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| Pay attention — my intention is to bust a move
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| I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
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| Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
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| I’m Mike D. — I got the deuces wild
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| A list of girlies numbers that I’ve dialed
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| I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis
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| I like Bullwinkle but I don’t like Moose
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| I’m schoolin’in the boys’room — coolin’by the locker
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| All the girls in class know that I’m the cool rocker
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| Punk in the hall — man I should of oughtta hit him
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| Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em
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| Smokin’in the boys room is what I do best
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| While you were at a party — your girlfriend fessed
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| I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious
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| Fly around the world — but it makes me nauseous
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| Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week
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| I got to the party — and I did the freak
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| I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda
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| You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
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| I’m a Def Manhattan killer — a rhyme driller
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| A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller
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| I got a hat not a visor — I drink Budweiser
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| The turntables — up on the drum riser
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| The needle’s in the groove and the vinyl’s on the platter
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| I know that I’m fly man there’s no need to flatter
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| I travel around the globe — it’s keeping girlies dizzy
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| My name’s Mike D. — now watch me get busy y’all
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| You’re a fake wearin’sucker whose gold got rusted
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| Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard
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| You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
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| Because your crew’s all soft and I’m disgusted
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| I’m from downtown the city of Manhattan
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| I got a lotta girlies and not one’s cattin'
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| My posse’s in effect and we’re doin’the do And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
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| Caught you poppin’that weak and you must of been dusted
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| Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it Word. |