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Finger Licken Good lyrics
Finger Licken, Finger Licken Good Y all
So Mike D What s Up? Yo Yauch What s Up?
Come On Mike Let s Tear It Up
Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit
So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It
Keyboard Money Mark You Know He s Not Having It
Just Give Him Some Wood And He ll Build You A Cabinet
I m Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off
I Think It s His Girdle That s Tipping Me Off
Mike D s Out Back And He s Growing Onions
I ve Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon s
I ve Been Going Nuts Gettin All Cooped Up
Fully Hermitizing But Now I m Getting Souped Up
It s Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter
Setting My Sights And You Know What I m After
I ll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto
They ll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto
Now Here s Another Special Of The Day
I ve Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet
Well Mike D What Got For Me
Show These Good People What It Means To Be D
Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style
I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While
Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked
I ve Got A Million Ideas That I Ain t Even Rocked
I ve Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head
Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed
You re An Idea Man Not A Yes Man
With A Point To Make You re Bound To Take A Stand
Cause I m Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher
Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya
You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It s Gotta Be Like That
A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat
Yo Yauch What s Up? Mike D What s Up?
Come On Yauch, Let s Tear It Up
I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark
Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park
Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue
Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme s A Piece Of Chewing Gum
Now I Might Chew But I Don t Bite
My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write
In My Sleep I ll Be Thinking Bout Beats
And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats
And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You ve Never Even Seen Before
What I m Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store
I Won t Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By
Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly
Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution
Always Wear My Goggles Cause There s So Much Pollution
I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank
Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks
I ll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I ll Sell All My Stuff
I m Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I ve Had Enough
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