Oh Word?

[Intro] Yo, what's up? Sucka emcees, check the footnotes, ya'll Word up. Freddy'll bite cha ass Oh, word? (Adrock) [Verse 1: Adrock] Yo what the schnitzel, we back Shit's getting duller and duller and that's the fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy, au contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork You know it's Adrock, made in New York Oh word? (MCA) [Verse 2: MCA] What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhood's on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA, made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? (Mike D) [Verse 3: Mike D] Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer, you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid, you tried to fade me Here's a song for you, "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says, "Shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D, made in New York Oh word? (Adrock) [Verse 4: Adrock] Yo what the falafel, you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet, give yourself a swirley Listen up, biters, go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard, when you talk You know it's Adrock, made in New York Oh word? (MCA) [Verse 5: MCA] What the phone booth, word to hair mousse You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hog's tooth belongs inside the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass me the wok cause I'm cookin' The name's MCA, made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? (Mike D) [Verse 6: Mike D] Yo, what the doofus, say good night You're Snidely Whiplash, I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges, leave your 2-way at the door We're all up the creek, a long way from shore I'm not walking around, looking to get you cake The D is for Diamond, not for Drakes This is not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's Mike D, made in New York Oh word? (Dog barking)