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Greck my brother, Greck, Greck my brother (uh) Greck my brother (M-M-MC) (uh, uh) Greck my brother, Greck, Greck my brother (uh) Greck my brother (MC, MC) (uh, uh) I always hated hickeys all around my neck But it was feelin' pretty good, so what the heck? The hickey went on, and I went home I tried to brush it off, then I used a comb The comb didn't work, it got bigger, and redder Giz said, "Yo, Milk man, you shouldn't have let her" But I did Giz, and now I gotta get it off I tried lotion but it just got soft The hours went on, and on, and on Man, I wish the hickey was gone But it wasn't, and my girl was comin' over I needed a plan, to try to get over So I called King of Chill I said, "What's up man? Got a hickey on my neck, I need a plan" He said, "Yo, Milk, why don't you bust a turtleneck?" I said, "That's wack, but what the heck?" I ran to my room, but I couldn't find one Then like Star Trek, "The Search begun" I ran through my house from the bottom to the top I got a bright idea, I'll ask Pop I ran to Dad, I said, "What's up D? I need a turtleneck to cover this hickey" He said, "Oh, son, that just won't work You'll feel real hot, and you'll look like a jerk" I said, "Okay, then what's your advice?" He said, "Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice" I said, "A piece of ice, to put on my neck It sounds real cold but what the heck?" I went into the freezer and did what he said I hope it would 'ork, or else I'd be dead I put the ice on and I waited and waited The hickey was gone, it faded, it faded The time was then for my girl to appear At the count of three, what did I hear? One Two Three It was the bell, as you can tell As I opened the door, my eyes did swell As I saw somethin' I thought I never would see My girl chillin' there with a great big hickey I punched her in the mouth, her lip I did wreck That's how I felt, so what the heck? (What the heck?) Yo Milk man, you should've let her "Yo Milk, why don't you bust a turtleneck?" (What the heck?) Oh, son, that just won't work You'll feel real hot, and you'll look like a jerk Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice (What the heck?) (What the heck?)
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