Mic Checka

Rig-ged-y-wow, Zig-ged-y Gadzooks, here I go, so

Flick-et-y flame on, G-Geronimo, yo

I big-ged-y burn rig-ged-y rubber when I blabber great

I miggedy make the Wonder Twins deactivate

It's crazy, I'm big-ged-y breaking backs and busting lips

I friggedy freaked Gladys Knight and those freaking Pips

Shrimps, I miggedy make enough noise like Bam Bam

Throw boulders from Bedrock, you'll get dropped, I slam man

So check it

I rig-ged-y wreck it quick, aw shucks

I giddedy got the big bucks like Daddy War Bucks

Oh Anna

I rig-ged-y rocked the Copa Cabana

Banana split

Spit, so it

I friggedy freak it from here to Bangladesh

I rig-ged-y ripping flesh plus, I get fresh like this

Swish, swig-ged-y swooshed kid, you'll get it done

Swooshed for fun, I rig-ged-y rhyme like no one

I big-ged-y bum rig-ged-y rush chiggedy chumps, I'm savage

I shake them up and down like the Dow Jones average

I'm cocky, like Rocky, I big-ged-y bangs the best

So tiggedy tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX

A higgedy hoy there matey, I gig-ged-y gots to flow

My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo

So yo, sig-ged-y save the bait for Charlie Tuna

See, I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer

I'm hig-ged-y hots to trot, I gig-ged-y gots the Motts

Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks

I cig-ged-y catch the scoop from Peter Jennings

Do a spin like the mag and I slide like Peggy Fleming

Or a smiggedy smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals

I Hawaiian Punch the captain and now I'm maxing with Tennille

I pig-ged-y pack steel, I got a big gun

I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, 'cause a Brooklyn's where I'm from

Tiggedy time to get buck wild

Call me Butterfingers, 'cause I dip-pid-y drop enough styles

Ig-ged-y ini, meany, miney, moe

Shiggedy bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by the toe

I rig-ged-y write my pages when I fig-ged-y feel the flavor

I fliggedy fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager

I friggedy freaked the funk a

The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Archie Bunker

So give me the mic and I'll liggedy light it up like Uncle Fester

Microphone checker, one, two checker

I tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella

Yo, I can even act, Stella, Stella

Yo Stella, here cig-ged-y comes the bum rush, maybe

No static, I niggedy knows more kids than um, Bebe

So higgedy hey hey hey not Dwayne, but I got props

I big-ged-y bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots

So when I friggedy freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freak a

I stiggedy stole a apple from this bum named Bonita

So rig-ged-y rub a dub I got the lip to make ya flip

Busting heads with Erik Sherman and my man Parish Smith

Yeah, check it out

Kiggedy kiss my grits, check the jingle

I dig-ged-y don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle

So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star

I sliggedy slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Numbskull, I pig-ged-y pump up like Reebok Pumps

I friggedy freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps

So wig-ged-y where's the beef, um chief

He fig-ged-y fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth

I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, AH CHOO

So rig-ged-y ready sit down, hut one, hut two

I dig-ged-y dot my I's, and cross my tiggedy t's, bro

I swig-ged-y swing more action than Hawaii Five-O