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I’m the drunk dance rocka
that don’t drink vodka
Never sang a song
called “Frere Jacques”
Rap-rhyme schoola
Pole Position Rula
In seventh grade I had a teacha
named Mr. Doola

I’m very unique
and you will agree-a
One in a million
like Mohammed and Aaliyah
An over-acheiva
Have more stunts than Carl Seaver

Ain’t no other like
B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I wit’ da E
Hank at the rucka
Glad I’m a huma-drucka
Wouldn’t trade the Beastie Boys
cause I’m no sucka
I’ll be bouncing like a ball
when I say ‘yes, y’all’
if you don’t rock with me
you don’t rock at all
So check me out
wit’ out no doubt

I guarantee the rock to turn the party out

Gonna do right, gonna do right

I’m on
like popcorn
Like a Saturday night
at the Auto Barn
Listen to the brotha
ain’t no other can mess
with the man with the plan
with the most finesse

I make you scream
and I make you dance
I guarantee to rock the mic
and put you all in a trance

So listen to the brother
ain’t no other can stutter or
utter or mutter and rock
like M.C. Butter
The man to do the-uh
one-two or, the
ha ha haha ha
I rock with you

So listen to me
cause I’m the original
B-I-Z to the M to the A to the R to the K-I-E
BOOSH

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