[ VERSE 1 ]
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Now this is a difficult subject
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About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
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They know they have something that people don't like
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And they still continue to disrespect
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The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
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A foreign fragrance with a presence
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That you can't see with the naked eye
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But to the nose it's a nuisance
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It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
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And it will sneak upon you like espionage
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You might not know it cause it won't show it
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And you will swear it's just a mirage
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It can be with you when you're talkin
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It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
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With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
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Is even known in New York, and
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Everybody know what I'm sayin
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>From here to the Himalayan
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If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
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This is what I'm sayin
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About the dragon
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I think i should go more into depth
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About a secret that is quiet as kept
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If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
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It can ruin your rep
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There are ways of preventin this
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Check your hygenie and your dentist
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You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
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Godliness is cleanliness
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But if you think I'm misguiding you
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By sayin there's somethin inside of you
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That bothers everybody when you're at a party
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And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
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You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
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Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
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But if you want a clue, between me and you
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It could be the beverage you guzzle
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But if you listen to me
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The diabolical energetical B
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The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
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I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
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So I'ma end it off like this
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Before you give somebody a kiss
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For the one you adore, check them before
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You get a crazy whiff
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Of the dragon
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
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He was one of them kids from like around the block
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The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
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The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
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In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
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And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
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He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
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Word is bond, that kid was smelly
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Even if he would shower and shower
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Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
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He would always wanna like hang around
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His underarms had bass with scents around
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I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
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He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
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I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
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I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon!"
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Goes around
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Biz Markie |