作曲 : Diamond Horovitz Yauch
作词 : Diamond Horovitz Yauch
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in 
Troll 2'Cause 
I'm the type of emcee with the most pizazz
You're stealing my books like 
I was Grandmaster 
CazGot rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics
Rhyme about expectorants? 
Y'all don't see it
Soothsayer, not a player, rhymesayer extreme(Huh)
Burn like fire when 
I step on the scene
I got shark's teeth so 
I can bite your head
I got tiger's claws that'll scratch ya dead
I got wings like a dragon when 
I'm flying above
Shoot venom from eyes when it's time to get ruff
Step back and check yourself'
Cause emcee's got weapons that'll ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my mic is my sword(Sword, sword, sword, sword, sword, sword)
Now it's Adrock rapping, 
I'm back again
Like a Big 
Mac attack on your gut and it's whack, my friend
I'm a mack, so relax or end up chilling
I take that shit serious like 
Jerome DeQuillan
I 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 braggadocio
I check my rear-view, emcees ain't getting closer
People think 
I'm slow 'cause 
I'm just a little challenged
See me and my band is a raw group of talent
Live round 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 rapping now watch me dance
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 
OperationJust holding 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 running wild like rats in the 
Taco BellOn the mic 
I shit, the match gets lit
Mike Dino, the 
Jew is rampant
Making music from librarians to curly jocks
The rapper 
Mike D not 
Gold-i-locks