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  • Beastie Boys Awesome I Fuckin Shot ThatBeastie Boys - Awesome I Fuckin Shot That
    Track Duration Full Size Genre Year
    Ch-Check It Out 4:26 5.62 Mb Hip-Hop 2007

  • All you Trekkies and TV addicts
    Don't mean to diss don't mean to bring static
    All you Klingons in the fuckin' house
    Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
    Blowin' doors off hinges
    I'll grab you with the pinchers
    And no I didn't retire
    I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers

    Like Mutual of Omaha got the ill boat
    You've never seen before glidin' in the glades
    And like Lorne Greene you know I get paid
    Like Caprese and with the basil
    Not goofy like Darren or Hazel
    I'm a motherfuckin' "Nick at night" with
    Classics rerunning that you know all right
    Now remain calm no alarm cause my farm ain't fat
    So what's up with that
    I've got friends and family that I respect
    When I think I'm too good they put me in check
    So believe when I say I'm no better than you
    Except 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 motherfuckin' party out

    Said, Doc what's the condition
    I'm a man that's on a mission
    Said, son, you'd better listen
    Stuck in your ass is an electrician
    Like a scientist
    Mmmm when I'm applying this
    Method of controlling my mind
    Like Einstein and the rappin' Duke combined
    Hey baby bubba now what the deal
    I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
    Some call it salugi some hot potato
    I stole your mic and you won't see it later
    Cause I work magic like a magician
    I add up like a mathematician
    I'm a bank cashier, engineer
    I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer

    Shazam and abracadabra
    In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
    Yo money, don't chump yourself
    Put that shit back on the shelf
    Light rays blazin'
    You're out of phase, and my crews amazin'
    We're working on the record yo
    So stay patient


    Now, I go by the name of the King Ad Rock
    I don't wear a cup nor a jock
    I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
    Like Miss Piggy, who moi
    I am the one with the clientele
    You say, Ad Rock, you rock so well
    I've got class like pink champale
    MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale

    Don't test me they can't arrest me
    I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
    You look upset, yo calm down
    You look cable guy dunked off of your crown
    I flow like smoke out a chimney
    You never been me, you want to rap
    But what you're making ain't Hip Hop be

    Get your clothes right out the dryer
    Put armor all up on your tire
    Sport that fresh attire
    Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire
    Set the town ablaze gonna stun and amaze
    Ready to throw a craze
    Make your granny shake her head
    And say, those were the days