He's a big bad wolf in your neighborhood Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good We're Run-D.M.C. got a beef to settle D's not Hansel he's not Gretel
[Intro:] [Run & D.M.C] The microphone master DMC Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin D down on your knees Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin
stepped on stage, at Live Aid All the people gave and the poor got paid And out of speakers I did speak I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak My Adidas
JUST PLAIN STUPID! DUMB GIRL.. (stupid!) DUMB GIRL! .. the girl is .. [D.M.C.] I hope you to listen to the words, that I speak I'm not playin, what I'm
name is DJ (Run) and he's Darryl (Mack) Run-(D.M.C.), right AND EXACT [both] PERFECTION PERFECTION.. (c'mon let's get em, tell em D) [DMC] I won't
(feat. Aerosmith) [Run-D.M.C.] Now there's a backseat/lover That's always under/cover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen/nuthin Til you
World is free with your Apollo ticket stub courtesy of the East Village Eye [studio producer] 33 [D.M.C.] Don't forget, Run-D.M.C. and the Beastie Boys
my time I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' cos I make up a rhyme I'm not braggin', people naggin' cos they think I'm a star Always tearin' what I'm wearin
[Verse 1] (One) day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' This dude walked in lookin
[D.M.C.] Born to rock around the clock You can't say I'm not And in case you forgot I'm the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING, of ROCK!! I'm the
[D.M.C.] Aiyyo Jay yo Jay, check this out I was born Son of Byford, brother of Al Bad as my mamma and Run's, my pal It's McDaniels, not McDonald's These
cause I'm full of ambition I'm proud to be black (and I ain't takin no crap) I'm fresh out the pack (and I'm proud to be black) SO TAKE THAT!! [Run-D.M.C
Run-D.M.C. and the Raising Hell Tour is coming to town, B! Yeah what will they be singing? [Run-D.M.C.] Together, forever, forever, together Run-D.M.
name? D.M.C.! The King is me! Your High-ness, or His Majesty! Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great! Dissin all
raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings The king will be praised and hell will be raised S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be fazed
Aiyyo Jay yo Jay, check this out I was born Son of Byford, brother of Al Bad as my mamma and Run's, my pal It's McDaniels, not McDonald's These rhymes
Dictator and hater of those that beef That's right I can fight and I'm the chief People in the place don't put D down I'm the microphone master the
girl sleazy With a classy kind of sassy Little skirt hangin' way up her knee It was three young ladies In the school gym locker And they find they were lookin' D
