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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 Omaha 
Got the ill boat, you've never seen before 
Gliding 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 mother fucking 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 
Mmm when I'm applying this 
Method of controlling my mind 
Like Einstein and the rappin' Duke combined 
 
Now, 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 and 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 crew's amazin' 
We're working on the record yo 
So just stay 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 motherfuckin' party out 
 
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Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock 
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,"Adrock, 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 wanna rap 
But what you're making ain't hip hop B 
 
Get your clothes right out the dryer 
Put armor all up on your tire 
Sport that fresh attire 
Tonight we goin' out to set the town on fire 
 
Set the town ablaze 
Gonna stun and amaze 
Ready to throw a craze 
Make your granny shake her heada and say, "Those were the days" 
 
Now, 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