Shake Your Rump

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat

I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat

A lot of people they be jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic

They'll be starin' at the radio, staying up all night

So like a pimp I'm pimpin', I got a boat to eat shrimp in

Nothing wrong with my leg I'm just B-Boy limpin'

Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float

My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat

Oowah oowah, is thedisco call

MCA, hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all

Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write

And I'll be bustin' routines and rhymes all night

Like eatin' burgers or chicken andyou'll be pickin' your nose

I'm on time homey that's how it goes

You heard my style, I think you missed the point

It's the joint

Mike D, with your bad self runnin' things

What's up with your bad breath? Onion rings

Well I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead

Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med

Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this

Suckers they be sayin' they can take out Adam Horowitz

Hurricane, you got clout

Other DJ's hell take your head out

A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme

Or do my thing

I'm in a lava lamp inside the brain hotel

I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well

The Patty Duke, the wrench, and then I bust the tango

Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols

I got the peg leg at the end of my stump

Shake your rump

Full clout y'all

Full clout y'all

And when the mic is in my mouthI turn it out y'all

Full clout

Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest

Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest

Yeah, we've got beef chief, we're knockin' out teeth chief

And if you don't believe us you should question your belief, Keith

I'm like Sam the butcher bringin' Alice the meat

Like Fred Flintstone drivin' around with bald feet

Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it

In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet

Rope a dope Dookies all around the neck

Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque

Running from the law, the press, and the parents

Is your name Michael Diamond? No mine's Clarence

From Downtown, Manhattan, the Village

My style is wild and you know that it still is

Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump

Shake your rump