[Hook x2]
One, two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four when I stepped out the door
Five, six, kick a little something withThe Cool Kids
Then we do it again
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
What it is, what it is, come check the noise
It's the new black version of the Beastie Boys
Chuck-ie, Mikey, some dudes don't like me
Don't care, I'm dope, they lame so bite me
Find a rock to kick or a bridge to jump off
I'm popular and you not (yes sir)
I'm on the "Dyno with the Black Mags"
Smooth as the vinyl in the black bag
Stumble like the wino with the brown bag
In his right hand around town again
I'm keeping cool like it's going out of style
Sticking to the program, kicking it with no hands (kicking)
That's what I do, been doing it for a while
Homie, not a wack thread on me
Size 10 Jedis, Obi-Wan Kenobi
And I'm Anakin and I'm rambling
So blahdablahdablah till the chorus end
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Chuck was dope but Chuck is cold
As a ice cream cone in a Iceland snowstorm
Feeling like a ceiling fan, blowing out the window
Midway city is the city where wind blows
Fairly cold, 'frigerator Perry with a little bit of gold
'85 bears jersey, true blue [?] Nikes
There's pegs on the side I'm popping wheelies on my bike
Til the wheel pop up, if Chuck and Mike pop up
The whole sink in the kitchen full of dishes stop up
Now it's sh** errywhere and that's a lot to mop up
s**as can't get it right till they stop jockin' us
And hmmm...now lemme think to myself
'Cause if I wasn't me I'd want to be myself
And you, you'd prolly be like Mikey
I'm shark bait, any slight move you might bite me
[Hook x2]