Beastie Boys - The Biz Gra**hopper Experiment lyrics

There weren't no rhymin' at the beginning right there. Ahh yeah, I'm just gonna bring them in like an introduction. I gotcha, I gotcha super Mario. Mario... Mario. Ahhhhright y'all, comin' to you with full force Yo, I'm not on the sauce But we gonna do it a little something like this Never trust a HAL-9000 When it comes to fire, I'm dousin' Pick up your mic and start joustin' Prayin' mantis style, not Shaolin I don't want the capers, I'm frownin' Order in vegertarian shark's fin Throwin' chrome-domes in a tail spin 'Cause I don't drink scotch and I don't drink gin When it comes to books with rhymes within Packed like sardines in a tin Tight-a** parties I'm roustin' Karate-chop some round-housin' Ahh, that was Mario's fault! (Beatboxing)