Rump (Extended Mix) - Pickle

Once upon a time, there lived a girl She knew what she wanted from the world In the brown eyes they could see A fire that burned like summer heat Nothing but trouble so they thought They just watched her from afar If they looked close that flame was a tear But they hadn't seen a girl so fierce Once upon a time, there lived a boy Who would only play with real life toys? One hand here and one hand there No attachments this man wears A smile so sweet it's hard to see That there's no fruit growing in his tree Once a fool he learned long ago It's better to burn than feel the cold You better run, you better run, you better run You better run, you better run, you better run You better run, you better run You don't know what you're in for You don't know, you don't know What you're in you're in for You better run, you better run Cause you don't know what you're in for You better run, you better run You don't know what you're in for You don't know, you don't know What you're in you're in for You better run, you better run Cause you don't know what you're in for You better run, you better run, you better run

Walking all around this town Head in the clouds Believing I was alright Little did i know that when I met you Everything would be alright I was lost and found then you came around And everything felt better And you called my name I knew right away this would be forever I didn't know what was going on Until you walked in my life and i was alright You're all I was waiting for And I never wanna let you go I didn't know what was going on Until you walked in my life and i was alright You're all I was waiting for And I never wanna let you go And I never wanna let you go And I never wanna let you go And I never wanna let you go Walking all around this town Head in the clouds Believing I was alright Little did i know that when I met you Everything would be alright I didn't know what was going on Until you walked in my life and i was alright You're all I was waiting for And I never wanna let you go I didn't know what was going on Until you walked in my life and i was alright You're all I was waiting for And I never wanna let you go And I never wanna let you go And I never wanna let you go And I never wanna let you go

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people, they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic They'll be staring at the radio, staying up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat Ooh-ooh, is my disco call MCA, uh-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines, I bust rhymes, I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken, or you'll be picking your nose, man I'm on time homie, that's how it goes You heard my style, I think you missed the point It's the joint Mike D (yeah?) With your bad self running things What's up? With your bad breath onion rings Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane, you got clout Other DJs, he'll put your head out A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme or do my thing I'm in a lava lamp, inside my brain hotel I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well The Patty Duke Show, the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a Shake your rump-a A full clout, y'all A full clout, y'all And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all A full clout Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah, we've got beef, chief, we're knocking out teeth, chief And if you don't believe us, you should question your belief, chief I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope-a-dope dookies all around the neck Who-ha, got them all in check Running from the law, the press, and the parents (Is your name Michael Diamond?) No, mine's Clarence From downtown, Manhattan, the Village My style is wild, and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping, and you're doing the bump Shake your rump-a Eh