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 Caz




Got rhymes about antihistamines and !@#^gesics


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 %#@! 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 $$#es


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 Operation


Just 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 Bell



On the mic I %#@!, 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