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[Intro:] This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit Bring it! [MCA:] Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in [?] I'm the type of emcee with the most pizazz You're stealin my book, like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics Roll without expectorants; y'all don't see it Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme (huh!) Burn like fire when I step on the scene I got, sharks' teeth so I can bite your head I got, tigers' claws that'll scratch you dead I got, wings like a dragon when I'm flyin above Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough Now step back... and check yourself This emcee's got weapons that'll ruin your health So if you're feelin swoll, then reach for yours My book is my shield, and my mic is my sword Sword, sword, sword, sword [Ad Rock:] Now, it's Ad Rock rappin I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut, and it's wack my friend Letras de cancionesI'm a mack so relax or end up chillin I take that shit serious like Jerome DeQuillan I'll burn you to a crisp, sucker back up off the toaster I'll make you sick like a Kenny Rogers roaster See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocia I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer People think I'm slow, cause I'm just not one to challenge See me and my band is a raw group of talent Fly around the clock like disco donut I'm like a tampon cause I got the pink soda Over rock I make hits that move asses Rhyme so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants You heard me rappin now watch me dance [Mike D:] Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter Like goodness me, or empty john We done did it again, and our game is still on It's not tic-tac-toe, or Operation Just holdin it down, like the gravitation Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue String of nuts, like the name is Mike Pizzini Or a fine household name, like Sergio Tacini Now that we're here, back and raising hell I'm runnin wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I shit, the match gets lit Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant Makin music from librarians to curly jocks The rapper Mike D not Gold-I-locks! [laughing] From Letras Mania