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