Yes, yes, y´all - you don´t stop
You keep it on - and shockin´ the place
Well I´m M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove

Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
I´m Mike D. - I got the deuces wild
A list of girlies numbers that I´ve dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle but I don´t like Moose
I´m schoolin´ in the boys´ room - coolin´ by the locker
All the girls in class know that I´m the cool rocker
Punk in the hall - man I should of oughtta hit him
Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite ´em
Smokin´ in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at a party - your girlfriend fessed

I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious
Fly around the world - but it makes me nauseous
Mike D.´s day off everyday of the week
I got to the party - and I did the freak
I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I´m a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller
A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser
The turntables - up on the drum riser
The needle´s in the groove and the vinyl´s on the platter
I know that I´m fly man there´s no need to flatter
I travel around the globe - it´s keeping girlies dizzy
My name´s Mike D. - now watch me get busy y´all

You´re a fake wearin´ sucker whose gold got rusted
Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard
You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Because your crew´s all soft and I´m disgusted
I´m from downtown the city of Manhattan
I got a lotta girlies and not one´s cattin´
My posse´s in effect and we´re doin´ the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin´ that weak and you must of been dusted
Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Word.