Shake Your Rump (Live at the Santa Maria Hilton on 10/13/1994)

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

And I beat a body down with an aluminum bat

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

They'll be staring 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 just B-boy limpin'

Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float

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

Oowah oowah is my disco call

MCA (hu-huh) I'm gettin' rope y'all

Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write

And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night

Like eating burgers and chicken and you'll be picking your nose

Yeah, I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes

You heard my style I think you missed the point

It's the joint

Mike D (yeah?) 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

And I'm chillin' at the beach down at Club Med

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

Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz

Hurricane you got clout

Other DJs he'll put your head out

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

Or do my thing I'm

In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel

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

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

Got more rhymes than Jamaicans got mangoes

I got the peg leg at the end of my stump

Shake your rump, ah

Full clout y'all

Full clout y'all

And when the mic is in my mouth I 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 knocking out teeth chief

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

I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat

Like Fred Flintstone driving 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

Woo-ha got them all in check, huh

'Cause I been running from the law, the press, and the parents

*Is your name Michael Diamond?*

No man, my name's Clarence

From downtown, Manhattan, The Village

My style was wild and you know that it still is

Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump

Shake your rump, ah

Disco bag schlepping

Disco bag schlepping

Disco bag schlepping

Disco bag schlepping