Beefy - Sidekick lyrics

Ready for whatever no matter what the scenario So here we go, rescue the girl of my brother Mario Can't control his woman so she's always darting off Too busy playing golf, maybe my older brother is soft But yo I've been his partner since the days of Atari - Up until the planet surfing, that's a whole other story Well we in - breaking locks, busting blocks for the fire Kicking rocks, taking shots, till the goombas admire And yo man I'm Italian so no calling me esay Comprende? But I've been known to look good in verde Better say a prayer, I'm the Hammer Brother slayer And the first can't control me, I'm a whole other player Don't ask to drive the kart cause we be off in a dash But if ya ask me nicely you can take a ride on the mustache I'm a working plumber, rock the overall fashion Excuse me, I ghosts I gotta bust in my mansion You could call me psychic You think think that I'm a sidekick But I'm the one who's really in charge Please don't think that I'm playing If ya know what I'm saying Stomp ya, smash ya, or put you behind bars Second little sidekick got two tails to boot Complicated mutilated but I keep it so cute You can call me Tails cause I like it ironic Got gin and tonic and some chronic cause I'm chiller than Sonic So he can run in circles and all over the place But I'm a flyer I get higher than those monkeys in space He can go without me I'll be there in a bit To beat ya up Robotnic for the heinous crimes you commit Take my little buddies and ya turn into slaves Turn em into robots or ya send em to their graves Spin and when I hit ya make ya fly to the grandstand Even take you on the court and beat ya down with my back hand Be shocked if you saw all the chili dogs we devour You can clone me, make 100 little Miles Prower I'm all about the smiles and I'm good for some chuckles But I'm tired, gonna bounce, you can hang out with Knuckles La de la de la de da Running through the fi-e-a (fire) Mission does requi-e-a (require) Then that is my desi-e-a (desire) Don't really mind that it's my job to get looked past So long as I get to open up a cans of some whoop a** Put down your controllers cause it's time for a book May be named after a bird but I'm the bane of a crook Graduated, name change, or I was k**ed by a clown Gymnastic boy detective yeah ya know I'm holding it down Friends they call me Grayson, Penguin calls me a Dick Campy 70s TV said I suit up on a stick, but... I'm out to get the man who murdered my folks Took down Zucco now we chase the scary freak with the jokes I'm a titan of a teen, so's the rest of my crew Come and get us, when ya do we give it twice back to you Yeah, I built my rep by the side of a dark knight It's alright, could still take you all out in a bar fight Dressed in red and yellow, not exactly covert That's why you get double embarra**ed when you're eating the dirt Above you in the dark, couldn't see me with a high-beam So when I come back to hit ya you'll be calling me the Nightwing