Now let me introduce myself, I'm Adrock
No matter what you order, well, I got it in stock
The dooty rhyme thing, well, we got it on lock
Top off the look with the Argyle sock

Take it from me now, I'm gonna give it all I got
I take a licking, still tick-tick-tock
But smoked salmon ain't old school lox
I go to Peter Brady and I buy Greg's sox

It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please
Stinky nasty like the head cheese
Caps, gowns, honorary degrees
Rhymes fresh pressed like '83 Lees

You can't stop, you got to keep on
You can't stop, you got to keep on

I mean that's all I got, except I've just got...
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head, him have a curly perm

Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk about it, past is past
All you crusty punks that are into Crass
Go and take a shower and wash that ass

We rock nonstop here in New York City
Sweet on the mic, looking so damn pretty
Served by me, well, it must feel shitty
Weird thing to say here, it goes tough titty

I've got rhymes in a pitcher and it's time to pour
I'm at the tee and I'm screaming "Fore!"
Hit into your party as I declare war
Roberta Peterson's got a spine like a dinosaur

You can't stop, you got to keep on
You can't stop, you got to keep on
You can't stop, you got to keep on

On and on to the break of dawn

Brass monkey, you're the funky
Brass monkey, you're the funky
Brass monkey, you're the funky
Brass monkey, you're the funky monkey

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