Yes, yes, y'all - you don't stop

You keep it on - and shockin' the place

Well I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove

Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move

I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes

Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes

I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wild

A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed

I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis

I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose

I'm schoolin' in the boys' room - coolin' by the locker

All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker

Punk in the hall - man I should of oughtta hit him

Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em

Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best

While you were at a party - your girlfriend fessed

I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious

Fly around the world - but it makes me nauseous

Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week

I got to the party - and I did the freak

I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda

You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda

I'm a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller

A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller

I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser

The turntables - up on the drum riser

The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter

I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter

I travel around the globe - it's keeping girlies dizzy

My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'all



You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted

Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard

You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted

Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted

I'm from downtown the city of Manhattan

I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin'

My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do

And we got more rhymes than your damn crew

Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted

Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it

Word.