This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit
Bring it

Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"
'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzazz
You're stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz

Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics
Roll without expectorants, y'all don't see it
Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene

I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I've got tiger's claws that will scratch you dead
I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above
Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough

So step back and check yourself
This MC'S got weapons that'll ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my mic is my sword

Now, it's Ad Rock rappin' I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and it's wack my friend
I'm a mack so relax or end up chillin'
I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin'

I burn you to a crisp sucker, back up off the toaster
I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster
See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocio
I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer

People think I'm slow, 'cause I'm just not one to challenge
See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent."
Fly around the clock like disco donut
I'm like a tailer 'cause I got the thing sewn up

Or a proctologist, I move asses
Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants
You heard me rap and now watch me dance

(Long burn)(Long burn)(Long burn)(Long burn)

Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters
Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter
Like goodness me or empty john
We done did it again and our game is still on

It's not tic-tac-toe or Operation
Just holdin' it down like the gravitation
Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do
Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue

String of nuts like the name is Mike Pizzini
Or a fine household name like Sergio Tacini
Now that we're here, back and raising hell
I'm runnin' wild like rats in the Taco Bell

On the mic I sit, the match gets lit
Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant
Makin music from librarians to curly jocks
The rapper Mike D not Goldilocks