(Wieners! Wieners!)
(Wieners! Wieners!)
Kleenex? Is she saying Kleenex?
You know what my
You know what my gangsta name is?
(What?)
Left Ear!
Alright!
(Audience mic!)
One two-and-three-and
Two two-and-three-and
All you sucker MCs
Be bitin' me
Like I was a cheeseburger
You step to the mic
Clear your throat
But you should go no further
You pose like
You're a hero
But you're a villain
You think your
Rhymes are ill
But you're just illin'
You don't know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
That Run-DMC are from Queens
You say I'm ridiculous
Well, you probably should
Ask any of the ladies
They'll say I'm ridiculously good
I astonish and amaze
(Oh f*ck yeah!)
With my stylistic touches
While you're chasing after cleverness
Like a fat girl on crutches
You don't know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
It's not pronounced "Eric B. and Rah-keem"
(Ray-kim? Ray-kim?)
Like Bobby "Blue" Bland and Mr. T
(I pity the fool!)
I pity the fool who's a sucker MC
You'll never make the A-Team
You're always third string
It's your fault
'Cause you're ignorant
You don't know a thing
You don't know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
That Run-DMC
Are from Hollis, Queens
Joe Crow Ryan, everybody!
We got three numbers left
And then you can go back to your lives
I don't know how you'll be able to