Mic Checka - Das EFX

Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzooks, Here I go, so

Fliggedy-flame on, G-Geronimo, yo

I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great

I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate

It’s Krazy, I’m biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips

I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips

Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm

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

So check it, I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks

I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks

Oh and ah, I riggedy-rocked the Copacabana

Banana split, hack-thoo, spit!

So sit!

I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh

I’m riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this

Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you’ll get it done

Squooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one

I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I’m savage

I shake 'em up and down like the Dow Jones Average

I’m cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best

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

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow

My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo

So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna

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

I’m higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the Motts

Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks

I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings

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

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

I Hawaiian punched the Captain and now I’m maxing with Tenille

I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun

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

OOOH-WEEEEEEE!

Tiggedy-time to get buckwild

Call me Butterfingers cause I drippedy-drop umm, 'nuff styles

Iggedy-eeny-meeny-miney-moe

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

Yo, I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor

I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I take a SkyPager

LePew!

I figgedy-freaks the funker

The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch' Bunker

So gimme the mic and I’ll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester

Microphone checka, one two checka

Oh yessir!

I tiggedy-take no shorts, I’m not the fella

I might can even act;

Stella — who?

Stella — who?

Yo Stella, here kiggedy-comes the bumrush, mayday!

No static, I niggedy-knows more kids than umm, Bebe

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

I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots

So when, I friggedy-freaks the funk, I’ll be the ill funk freaker

I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita

So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip

Bustin' heads with Erick Sermon and my nigga Parrish Smith

Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle

I diggedy-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 piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps

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

Chumps, so wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief

He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that’s on his teeth

I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo

So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two

I diggedy dot my i’s, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro

I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O