Beastie Boys - Brrr Stick 'Em lyrics

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Beastie Boys - Brrr Stick 'Em lyrics

"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?" "You bet! I saw the way you mopped up those guys. If I could do that there wouldn't be a kid in town that could make me..." "Toby, listen to me. What you saw in there was a man being forced to go berzerk because there are parts of his body he wasn't born with" Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite With the Human Beatbox for the people's delight I run the three-legged race in a potato sack I put a whole potato salad right down your back I get mad respect at the old folk's home Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone Crank up the ba** and redline the game You're like the Tidy Bowl man spinning down the drain Cause I'm a cyborg created to emcee We're gonna change our name to The Disco Three Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Update my firmware and I'm good to go I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger, Will Robinson!" Coming down the block and you're like "Oooo!" Bionic eye with the do-do-do-do-do-do.... I got my gear on like the Ear-ons The human switchboard and interferons We Jam On It like Newcleus I'm known on a roll like Caduceus Do androids dream of electric sheep? Well, either way you're going to sow just what you reap Cause I'm a replicant, not a skin-job Yo, HAL, open the f**in' doors to the pod Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Ah! Ah! (Human Beatbox sample) Smooth like bu*ter, pure like ghee Let me get up on the mic with the do-re-me My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi I'm profilin' a boulangerie Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga I got the s**y Dig Dug calendar Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice! Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings You want wildness, wild I bring My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em "Well Toby, still want to be bionic?" "What do you think you're doing in here you little agh..."