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