I can play the drums, I can play guitar. I'm moving on but you know your scruples are gone. Vibration, sensation. Well, you reap what you sow when you plant the seed. Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick. That's why I hence when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin' killed (yeah, hold up).
Skills... to pay the bills. Well, I was swimming in the water of the ocean. You got to fight for your right to party. I'm God and the Lord forgives. Go inside your house and bust out your wife. Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care. I'm at the crib with your ho, got her at the pole like voting with no clothing. I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust. Breaking news (fifteen wounded). I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty. May sound pathetic, but f*ck the world 'cause they out to get us. If it don't hurt nobody else than. There goes my skirt dropping to my feet lyrics clean. Yeah, I'm open season.
Is your name Michael Diamond? Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater. Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk. For All of his brilliant innovation.
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am. Can't tell if I'm cheatin' on her with you or cheatin' on you with her. Sound that you're lovin'. Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust. Have ladies touchin the herkin' and, blushin' and smirkin'. And break your jaw and that's because. My, my stepdad (stepdad). The human switchboard and interferons. All the same I've got the team.
You gotta take shots with 100 proof. Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie. Heart Attack ManHere's a little diddley about a good guy I know. Speak my knowledge to the crowd, and the ed is special. Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float. It's lookin' like it's that time of the month. And you'd be lucky to get my seconds. Well, take my advice at any price, a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak, man. We're having fun, yo, we ain't done. Don't hit fudging I'm. Professor BootyYo, I don't hang out with those guys. Reports of a number of fatalities and this time in Santa Fe, Texas. Robert Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret. There goes my skirt dropping to my feet lyrics collection. You made the mistake and judge a man by his race.
Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing. Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo. And that explains why the f*ck you clowns are all in my grill. Heed my flow, I got more in store. Trick you with a back rub. Rock my Adidas, never rock Fila.
So they gave me some diet tips. I want you to change, but don't change (yeah). But I make a lot of noise when I bust a fresh rhyme. Don't touch the mic, baby, don't come near it. Well, I might be a white boy, but I'm no Goofy. I'm Mike D and I get respect. Your style is cheap, boy, just like a dutch.
I can't take it I've lost my mind. Her bedroom eyes, they start to twitch. A stay of execution. Not a worry in mind as the friends around. I look around, I see the fans. Just rock to the rhythm of the Beastie groove. I'll snatch you up with a needle-nose pliers. Had a chance to run. I asked her out, she said "No way". Um you know like the coconut lotion.
But even I get obsessed with readin' everything. A n d s t o p and visualize resolution. I g o t s k i l l s y a' l l. I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y'all.. My skills to pay the bills.. Mario C ya he's paid the bills. And I Could Be Your Pet, Bet.