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All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingons in the fucking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with pincers
And, no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with a needle-nose pliers

Like Mutual of Omaha
Got the ill boat you never seen before
Glidin' in the Glades
And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid
Like Caprese with the basil
Not goofy like Darrin or Hazel
I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at Nite
With the classics rerunning that you know all right

Now remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that?
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think I'm too good, they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that, y'all, and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock

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What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out

I said, "Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission."
He said, "Son, you'd better listen, stuck in your ass is an electrician."
Like a scientist, mmm, when I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined

Now, hey, Baby Bubba, now what's the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic, but you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up, the mathematician
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer

Shazam and abracadabra!
In the whip, I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin', you're out of phase, my crew's amazin'
We're working on the record, yo, so just stay patient

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What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out

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Now I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy (who, moi?)
I am the one with the clientele
You say, "Ad-Rock, you rock so well"
I got class like pink champale
MCA, grab the mic before the mic goes stale

Don't test me, they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down,
You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you're makin' ain't hip-hop B

Now get your clothes right out the dryer
Put Armor All up on your tire
Sport the fresssssh attire
Tonight we goin' out
Set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head and say "those were the days"

Now check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out

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