Finger Lickin' Good

Is finger lickin', finger lickin' good job?

Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good job?

Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job?

Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job?

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So Mike D. what's up?

Yo Yauch what's up?

Come on, Mike let's tear it up

Hear no evil see no evil talkin' no bullshit

So many damn people are so damn full of it

Keyboard money mark you know he's not havin' it

Just give him some money and he'll build you a cabinet

I'm convinced that

Vince is rippin' me off

I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off

Mike D's out back and he's growin' onions

I've got bigger buds than my man

Paul Bunyon's

I've been goin' nuts gettin' all cooped up

Fully hermitizin' but now

I'm gettin' souped up

It's time to turn on a brand new chapter

Settin' my sights and you know what

I'm afterI'll be in the paper the news with

Ernie Ernesto

They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto

Now here's another special of the day

You see I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet

Finger lickin', finger lickin' good job?

Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job?

Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job?

Look at, look at, uh, huh

Look at, look at, uh, huh

Look at, look at, uh, huh

Look at, look at, uh, huh

Mike D? Huh?

What you got for me?

Show these good people what it means to be

DWell they call me

Mike D. with the mad man style

I put the mic up to my lips and

I can scream for a while

Created a sound at which many were shocked

I've got million ideas that

I ain't even rocked

I've got the light bulb flashin' on the top of my head

Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed

You're an idea man not a yes man

With a point to make you're bound to take a stand'

Cause I'm

Pete the Puma

Minnie the

MoocherGot every type of flavor that will suit 'ya

You know the bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that

See I snare on the funky chair and the taste of high hat

Finger lickin', finger lickin' good job

Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good job?

Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job?

A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good job?

Yo, Yauch what's up?

Mike D. what's up?

Come on Yauch, well let's tear it up

I'd like to catch a groove like a flash in the dark

I'll grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park'

Cuz I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue

Yeah, I'd be switchin' up the rhythm

Like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum

Now I might chew but

I don't bite

My ideas are mine when

I begin to write

In my sleep

I'll be thinkin' 'bout beats

And gettin' on the mic and bustin' some treats

And sportin' the crazy funky threads that you never ever seen before

What I'm lackin' from mackin'

I can find at the thrift store

I won't scuff nor scuffle just grin as

I walk byTake time to rhyme for a girl

I hear talk fly

Down some

Papaya down with the revolution

Always wear my goggles 'cuz there's so much pollution

I can do the

Freak, the

Patty Duke and the

SpankGotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks

I'll sell my house, sell my car and

I'll sell all my stuff"I'm goin' back to New York city I do believe I've had enough"