All you Trekkies and TV addictsdon t mean to disdon t mean to bring static
All you Klingons in your Grandma s housegrab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin doors off the hingesI ll grab you with the pincers
And noI didn t retireI ll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers

Like Mutual of Omaha got the ill boat you never seen before
Glidin in the glades and like Lorne Greene you know I get paid
Like Caprese with the basilnot goofy like Darren or Hazel
I ma huh ha like Nick at Nite with the classics rerunning that you know all right

Now remain calmno alarm cause my Farm ain t Phatso what s with that?
I ve got friends and family that I respectwhen I think I m too good they put me in check
So believe what I say I m no better than youexcept when I rap so I guess it ain t true
Like that y all and you just don t stop guaranteed to make your body rock

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let s turn this party out

I said "Docwhat s the condition? I m a man that s on a mission."
He said "Sonyou d better listenstuck in your what! is an electrician."
Like a scientistmmmwhen I m applyin thismethod of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin Duke combined

Hey baby Bubba now what s the deal? I didn t know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugisome hot potatoI stole your mic and you won t see it later
Cause I work magic like a magicianI add up like a mathemetician
I m a bank cashierengineerI wear cotton but I don t wear sheer

Shazam! and Abra-cadabra! In the whip I m gonna cruise right past ya
Yo moneydon t chump yourself put that what! back on the shelf
Light rays blazin you re out of phase and my crew s amazin
We re working on a record yo so just be patient

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let s turn this party out

Now I go by the name of the King Ad-RockI don t wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that s beyond bizarrelike Miss Piggy "WhoMoi?"
I m the one with the clienteleyou say "Ad-Rockgod you rock so well."
I ve got class like pink champaleMCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale

Don t test methey can t arrest meI ll fake rightcross-over and shoot lefty
You look upsetyo calm downyou look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimneyyou never been me
You wanna rap but what you re makin ain t hip-hop B

Get your clothes right out the dryerput the Armor All up on your tire
Sport the fresh attiretonight we goin out set the town on fire
Set the town ablazegonna stun and amazeready to throw a craze
Make your Granny shake her head and say "Those were the days."

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let s turn this party out

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